Last of Girls Night from Eons Ago

I will never fully understand how so many bloggers take pictures of every meal, every activity, and every aspect of their lives.  I just am not attached enough to my camera to make that possible.  Let me rephrase that.  I carry a camera in my purse.  Always.  A cute little point-and-shoot.  However, I do not believe you have seen a picture taken by that camera in many months.  Either the pictures are donations from friends, or from my Canon Rebel.  And by "my" I mean Chris's.  That I steal. 

My little point and shoot just never seems to make it OUT of the purse.  And, perhaps I don't take pictures of my food because I don't fully want to admit what I eat.  It's FAIRLY healthy, but also fairly quirky.  Who else eats a JAR of pickles a week.  And no wussy baby-sized jar.  A gigantic family-sized jar of whole, kosher dill pickles.  It's a horrible addiction.  Anyway...this is all a long ramble to say I've got to play up nights where a camera actually came out until I get better about making it a more frequent occurrence.  So...round 3.

 

Don't know these guys' names, but we spent a lot of time with them.  And Kelle may have let us live vicariously through her as she spent much of the evening getting cozy with the blonde.  I need to talk to her about if there's been further developments.  Kelle?  You reading?  We NEED TO TALK!

 

I know names!  Larry and Joe.  Awesome guys.  I could not figure out how to stay in touch in an appropriate way.  I have an email.  Hard to make guy FRIENDS when you're in a relationship.  But these are truly decent, nice guys.  And...big computer geeks like me.

 

Ridiculous.  Cathy forced the guys into the bar into a group shot.

 

Sheryl and Cathy demonstrating the "hottie whistles".  They were blown at one point in appreciation.  That is all I will say.

I do not believe in embarrassing  others if you're not willing to embarrass yourself.  See above picture of me dancing.

This is the very end of the night as the club closed.  Obviously, we have all danced our hearts out and are sweaty messes.  But so fun!  Thanks, girls!

Little More of a Glimpse

Ok.  I was busy.  And then I was INCREDIBLY sick (5 days of flu, starting to feel human, still nowhere CLOSE to running).  And I was generally lazy about posting.  That should not shock anyone.  But the guilt has overwhelmed me, and I'll at least give you a glimpse into the early portions of the girls night out before Cathy began taking pictures of me with every guy.  In every bar.  I may not post all of those.  Because how many pictures do you need to see of me with strange men that I will likely never see again?  And, as always, I know no names.

 
Dinner.  Molly Maguire's.  This should shock no one but I ate a Buffalo Chicken Boxty and started with a Cream of Wheat Beer.  I don't know if I'll be able to give up my favorite boxty!  I haven't eaten meat in over a week, and, in theory, am back to vegetarian, but OH my love of buffalo chicken may kill me.  Though, really it's a love of hot sauce.  Pour hot sauce on cardboard, and I'd eat it.  So, I may be ok.

Second comment, is YES it is called a Cream of Wheat.  At least in Ohio.  That is 1/2 Hoegarden and 1/2 Guiness.  However, these silly Pennsylvanians call it a Belgian waffle.  I refuse to convert.  Except when I'm ordering.  It is scrumptious, though, and I highly recommend it.

We made it to our second bar of the evening.  The Fenix.  Which totally shouldn't exist in my tiny little town.  It's much more of a downtown Philly martini lounge that pretends it fits in.  But Cathy and I still decided to express our excitement over our martinis arriving.

I heard somewhere that you were no longer allowed to make the "duck face" after 30.  So I'm getting in my last couple shots.  Sigh.  Getting old.  7 more months in my 20's.  :(

We started annoying Chris.  Actually, I believe this is me starting to invite anyone I knew in a 30 mile radius to join us.  But we did send Chris some obnoxious pictures.

Martinis are kicking in.  I have ditched the jacket.  And I so have old-lady arms.  Eek!  I swear I lift weights, too!  Anyway, I was drinking a FABULOUS alcoholic version of an Arnold Palmer.  I believe it had sweet tea vodka and limoncello.  Don't quote me on that.  

So, give me another week and you may get another post.  Or maybe I'll be back to being good.  Who knows.  Ta ta for now. 

It's Coming! Soon!

Alright, just got the photos...but don't have time right now.  Little taste.  Random boys celebrating one of their 26th birthday that we met up with.  And...I honestly don't know which one.  Or any of their names.  Even if we hung out with them for many hours.  Ha!  Oops.

The more things change...

Sorry, still no pictures from Cathy. But I just ran across a great old photo. This is from...wait. I named it 2004 girls, but this was Junior Parents Weekend. Wow. 2002. What babies!!! Just missing everyone, and reminded when Kelle told me this weekend that it was "So great to see (me) having fun". Kind of made me think that perhaps I've turned into a bore? Anyway, it's Quynh (MoH), me, Jen, and Kelle. We all lived in Ireland together the first semester of that year. Quynh and Jen are both married now. And I'm about to be. We've got to live vicariously through you, Kelle! (And, preview, she did a good job this past weekend! :P )

Chris's Bachelor Party

Obviously, this will be picture-free, and very lacking in detail, but I can't post how the girls spent their weekend, because I don't have the pictures from Cathy yet.  :) 

Chris and 4 friends went to the Penn State Blue & White game this past weekend.  They left Friday around lunch, and got home Sunday around lunch.  There was drinking, football watching, food, and...shopping.  No, not cruising the malls.  Rather, cruising the shops downtown that sell Penn State gear.  Chris brought home a bandanna for the dog, and yet ANOTHER jersey.  Sheesh.  At least he didn't buy the Nittany Lion shrine he's been eying forever.  I know one day I'll pull in to the driveway and our front yard will be filled with lion.  Little paranoid of when it will happen, actually.

They tailgated 3 rows from the stadium, and landed some amazing seats once inside.  I did get text messages with those pictures.  They amazingly did not stay for the whole game because it was starting to rain.  I frankly believe that Chris must be a pod person, because I can't imagine him missing a second of football.  After the game, they went to dinner, where they ran into a couple players that are incoming freshmen next year, and Chris apparently spent quite awhile talking to one of their parents.  This seemingly made his weekend. 

I must say, the guys did an awesome job putting together a weekend that really fit Chris.  He's far from the type that would enjoy the stereotypical Vegas weekend or something like that, so this was perfect.  Glad you all had a great time!

Valley Forge Park

About twice a week or so we go to Valley Forge Park to walk or run.  About twice a week I forget to bring my camera.  In fact, this is the first time I ever remembered it.  And the first time that it ever died from not having its battery charged.  Doh!  Here are a couple of quick pictures before the lights went out.

One of these days I'll have to do it more justice.  For now, this is all I've got.  Still beautiful!

Misery

This may look like nothing because of the quality of the phone on my camera, but I'm dying.  REALLY.  Ok, exaggeration.  I am covered in a bumpy red rash right now though.  Took some Benadryl.  Got woozy.  It's spread EVERYWHERE.  Between my fingers is particularly annoying.  Doctor friends diagnose poison ivy or oak from description, which means...I just have to suffer.  Blah.  I'll stop my whining.  And sit here and itch.  AHHHHH.