weekend.

friday.
sarah, rachael, stephani, sarah, and i drove to austin to see rilo kiley. they were awesome in concert--as usual. but they are becoming so popular, so mainstream. so the crowd wasn't that cool. but there was a pair of lesbian hobbits. at least, that is what they looked like--they were extremely short and making out. on the drive to holly's house (steph's cousin), we continued the concert by playing the rilo kiley songs that we all love but they didn't play. we had the music turned up really loud and screaming the many words at the top of our lungs. it was awesome. then we found a papa john's for dinner, but found that the pickup lobby was closed at ten and it was midnight. so we scanned for the number on the building and the delivery cars--hoping they would deliver pizza to our car in the parking lot. but there was no number to be found. then we saw a delivery guy coming back, and we rolled down the windows to ask for the number, but none of us could. we couldn't stop laughing. finally sarah was able to scream, "what's your number? we want pizza. we don't want to date you." this pizza guy totally thought we were five drunk girls in a small car trying to order pizza. but seriously, we were as sober as ever. and that made us laugh even more. good news though, he let us order pizza.

saturday.
sometime friday we all came up with the plan to dye our hair. so on arrival back to fort worth, we collected the things needed for the evening--hair dye, margarita mix, beer, and stopped at the boys' apartment to collect brett's tequila. we came back to our house and started dying and drinking. so, turns out, after a few margaritas and a couple shots of tequila, i was feeling the effects of alcohol. i'll just say it: i was drunk. and we hadn't had dinner, which totally didn't help the situation. i felt like this awful cliche. this sad girl who gets drunk just because. well, just because she is sad. i was tired of thinking. and i didn't want the drunk feeling to go away. so after being a happy drunk. i shut myself in my room, turned off the light. and started to cry. letting myself cry. maybe i didn't have a choice in the matter. sarah came in--one of the best friends i have--and we just talked and cried together and laughed together and she said and did all the right things. a little later, stephani and sarah convinced me to go to the boys' apartment. we sat in the car for awhile before going in, which was good because i ended up throwing up outside. i felt quite a bit better--if you can imagine. we went upstairs. i got a glass of water. and i told sarah i was going to go back outside for awhile. i needed fresh air and not a room of sober people. it wasn't ten minutes later and i came back in. brett was nice enough to make me tea (it was his tequila--he was smart enough to figure it out). and then we ended up playing magic, which was actually really great of him. i really didn't want to sit in a circle of people and try to convince them i was sober, when i wasn't. i started to feel so much better (even beat brett again, before he killed me twice). i ended up staying at their apartment after everyone left--finishing our third game of magic and then making a competition out of whatever we could. for example--throwing the remote control that has velcro on the back at the sofa to try and get it to stick. we ended up throwing it all around their apartment. yes, ridiculous. and yes, i say "ridiculous" a lot. it was fun.

oh and my hair is now a dark auburn--so completely unnatural.