After getting back from dinner about an hour and a half ago, Julie and I realized that we both have obscene amounts of work to get done before we go to bed. Being the ambitious, organized, and dedicated students that we are, we decided to drop everything and try on all the dresses in both of our closets.
We listened to this song. The whole thing probably should’ve been a movie montage.
So now we’re both sitting at our desks in semi-miserable silence, trying to work on important things and restrain ourselves from going back for a third serving from the 5-pound bag of M&Ms on our dresser. Well, I’m working on important things at least. It looks like Julie’s doing actual homework.
(Candid #1. My flash went off, so she knows something’s up.)
In other news, I went to a ball this weekend.
If you’re one of the twelve people who have been following my blogging career from the beginning, you might remember my cousin Kristina, who runs a lot faster than she says she does and isn’t actually my biological cousin. She’s studying badass international things at Georgetown University, and she was kind enough to invite me to be her plus-one to the 89th Annual Diplomatic Ball. (She also dressed me head-to-toe and made me promise not to burp in front of anyone. What are fake cousins for, right?)
The ball was in an art gallery with marble floors and a grand staircase that made me feel like the princess in every movie ever aimed at twelve year old girls. (The Princess Diaries. Anastasia. A Cinderella Story. What A Girl Wants. Take your pick.) We ate little foods on sticks and mingled until we thought our feet were going to fall off. Towards the end of the night, after most of the diplomats had gone home, the jazz band was replaced by a DJ who played throwback club hits. Singing the lyrics to the third verse of “Yeah” by Usher (won’t stop til I get em in their birthday suuuuuits) in a ball gown at a swanky art gallery only a few blocks from the White House had to be one of the most bizarre experiences of my life. In an awesome kind of way.
So, in conclusion, I have the best fake cousin in the world, and I am capable of going six hours without burping. (There were some nonbelievers before the swanky excursion.) For now I should probably go join Julie in doing actual homework. She migrated from her desk to her bed. I’m actually pretty impressed she hasn’t fallen asleep yet.
(Candid #2. Waited ten minutes to see if a candid nap shot was a possibility, but no such luck. No flash this time though. I’m the best.)
Goodnight all. And Jules, I think you’re my new muse.