while at work tonight i got a phone call from my cousin: "i'm in town! wanna go out for st. patrick's day after work!?" i figured it wouldn't hurt— i have off tomorrow and it's my first legal st. patrick's day. i gladly obliged. first stop a 20-year old's birthday party where kids were just drinking to get drunk. second stop, a bar. it was fine. third stop, a bar kitty-corner from the first. after getting inside and seeing half of my graduating class i realized that i didn't want to stay. it was the bad half of my class too. the jocks who thought they were gods. the girls who thought they could get any guy they want. and i felt like they were all just staring me down. i don't like bars back at home. i'm looking forward to checking out the Minneapolis bar scene next week.

speaking of which: MINNEAPOLIS on sunday! i haven't been there since i left in May. i'm thoroughly looking forward to being back up there and seeing everyone and eating a chipotle burrito with a jamba juice on the side.