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“should I go running tonight? Is that dangerous?”-me “I dont know, I’m pretty sure it’s gang initiation night tonight…atleast you’ll get a good work out in by running away”-jacq

This rough looking s.o.b above is visual proof of what a hangover looks like. Last night my good friend and magazine maven, Jasmine (follow her on twitter @AVENUEinsider) took me as a guest to one of her fancy galas. The name card on my seat placement might as well have read Dan Humphrey- bc I was out.of.my.league…I drank gin and tonics at the same pace that 7 year old drinks capri-suns. That might explain waking up backwards on my bed. Also apparently I hosted a scavenger hunt when I got home (I was the only one in attendance for this scavenger hunt) with left over pizza…Discovering my hiding spots this morning was a little disturbing…nightstand, bathroom, kitchen counter, coffee table. My saturday consisted of a hangover of epic proportions and basically a feeding tube of penne a la vodka. All in all a fantastic night had, and a good 5-7 pounds gained. 

Can someone please tell me why the live button and ff button are so close to eachother?? Makes watching dvr’d shows impossible. Might channel the 90 year old living inside me and write a letter.

Jamie Oliver needs to make a quick pitt stop at my home residence in Westchester, because things are out.of.hand. This weekend I went home, and it was clearly evident that my family is sitting in bumper to bumper traffic on the highway of obesity. Not only are we single handedly supporting the Girl Scouts of America, we now dabble in the art of fonduing. This weekend we “kicked it up a notch” (food network reference) and paired fonduing with girl scout cookies. My little brother also went bobbing for fried buffalo wings earlier in the night. I woke up the next morning with a bad case of man boobs and high cholesterol.  I told my family I was going to take a quick jog to Maine in order to burn off the gluttony experienced by all the night prior. I fear that after my next trip home I will be a candidate for lap-band surgery. 

NICKNAMES…

At times I find myself wondering if I have waited the appropriate amount of time to bestow a nickname on a recent acquaintance. I feel it could either take that possible friendship to the next level, or cross a dangerous line of weirdness. I had a run in with the above predicament this weekend when an acquaintance (and faithful fan) showed up at a happy hour, her name: Sarah Nixon. My immediate reaction was to call her Nix. I mean there is nothing wrong with nicknames…It could make your acquaintance’s name more unique…unless your nickname is Smitty which is apparently every bartenders nickname in the world. It also may help you build camaraderie with your future friend, being that that is your nickname for them…However, shit could get weird. For example my name is Travis…when people I don’t really know that well start calling me Trav, I’m like whoa hold up muther fucker you skipped a couple of steps. So I feel like a warning or a heads up would be appreciated and soften the unexpectedness of not being called your real name by someone you don’t really know. That being said: Sarah Nixon, if you are reading, may I call you Nix? 

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