The first 36-hour party went down this weekend when Drea came to NYC and crashed on my granny couch from Friday to Sunday. Highlights included playing Burger Time (which I think should be called Cheeseburger Time - everyone wants cheese, amiright amiright?), wearing matchy-matchy outfits, eating gigantic onion rings, dirty dancing to the Fugees, and watching this video at least 13 times:
We then proceeded to do the Maya/Whitney shoulder shake every time things got really exciting.
Ignoring the part where I randomly got a horrendus stomach flu/food poisoning and ignoring the fact the we both now have gross colds, amazingness was had by all. I can't wait until Part B next weekend. In the meantime, we'll continue to have heart-to-hearts like this one:
- 1/7/09 - 10:27pm
molly: oh good, you're alive
andrea: wait, was i dead? oh, the wine
molly: BE A ZOMBIE
i am drinking gin, and also getting sleepy
andrea: ugh. i still have to go back to somerville tonight though
i want to sew an ipod case
i want EVERYTHING
are you british now?
andrea: that's where joe lives
no, just a wino
wine brings out the brit
and gin brings out the CRAZY
i am watching blazing saddles on amc and now all i want to do is drink and watch movies all night
but i have to take a bus
and a shower.
molly: are you at home?
molly: YOU'RE a bootard