A little Nostalgia never hurt anyone...

Sometimes I find myself feeling nostalgic for college. I’m reminded of 3am dance parties, cumby’s runs, Bitch Wine, RHONY marathons and visits to La Grapa. But there comes a time when we need to move on from college and grow up. Take the next step and move towards a future free of cheap beer, fighting for a cab and awkward Sunday mornings in the caf.

There also comes a time, when reliving these memories becomes necessary…

Saturday was one of those times.

Ask anyone and they will tell you that I rarely go out. I’m more comfortable in smaller groups…where my awkwardness can be fully appreciated, but I really missed people and with a little nudging from CM and the gang, I made my way to the party.

Saturday was the birthday of a fellow FU graduate that essentially became a, “OMG, what have you been doing since graduation...are you employed?...they’re STILL dating...PULL yourself together, type of night.”

So in honor of Saturday I would like to play count by numbers...

Hugs- 23
Drinks consumed- ???
Pieces of gum given to the DJ as a bribe to play Bad Romance- 1
Party crashers-1
Lady Gaga Songs- 3
Phallic necklaces-1
Tears shed- 2
Pictures taken- 50…ish
Glasses dropped-4
Moments of uncontrollable laughter-5
Altercations with Facebook friends you’ve never actually met…1
Time spent telling your friends how much you miss them…countless

To everyone who I saw on Saturday…I missed you.

Happy Tuesday!

XO,
Ash