Are you pro-titty?

That question basically sums up my weekend. Only Robin will truly understand the significance.

Last week I was at home in boring old Northern Virginia with nothing to do but sleep all day. Robin was my salvation. She took me out most nights even though she worked like a dog all day long cleaning swimming pools. I caught up with a few other friends and went to an oral surgeon for my wisdom teeth consult, but that’s about it.

On Friday night Robin and I, along with Matty G and some other kids from high school, went to T.T. Reynolds in Fairfax, a bar that we’ve been frequenting since Christmas break. Fun times, but there is always a lack of cute guys there. Maybe we’re going to the wrong bar. I still got ridiculously drunk and ended up falling flat on my ass while walking to the bathroom. Right on the sticky, dirty floor in front of a bar packed with people. That was probably the least of the embarrassing things that I did on Friday night, but my mom reads this so I can’t go into anymore detail.

Saturday night Robin and I hung out with Erin and Scott and then went to a toga party at our old friend Dan’s apartment in Arlington. Robin and I had very scandalous togas, if you can call them that. We basically wrapped this transparent netting stuff around ourselves and called it a toga. But hey, let me tell you, we didn’t get any complaints regarding our noncompliance. One girl thought I was just wearing a shirt…I was like.. no... I don’t wear clothes like this, it’s a toga. Anyway, Robin and I kicked Dan’s ass in beer pong, did some catching up and met some cool people. Dan’s girlfriend is very nice. His roommate is super fun, too.

Dan, you should have more parties. I would go to them. And I forgot to tell you that De Soto sent his “regards”. Whatever that means.

Anyway, I wish I had not been a slacker and that I didn’t have to take this summer class… but I do. I forgot how depressing summer on this campus can be. I should be home in Centreville most weekends only because there is really nothing to do here and at least at home I can see my girls and eat my parents’ food.

Almost out.