Monday, June 7, 2010

Sunday Update... on Monday

What up, hos??!?!?!!!!

So let's see, when was my last post? I'll have to look. Hold on a second.

Ok back. So my last post was Saturday. Let me tell you about Sunday. I got up FREAKISHLY EARLY (at like noon... which is TEN AM Boulder time... which is GD* early for me on a weekday, let alone the weekend, when I typically just don't get up).

*still need to write a post about this... I'll get to it...

Anyway, Sunday... Sunday... I think I did a bunch of nothing, caught up on Tahlia's blog, and took a shower. Then I took an hour nap. When I woke up and it was only an hour later, I immediately verified that the laws of physics still held in the universe and attributed it to some freak accident (or the highly uncomfortable aspect of the plastic pad they call a mattress here). Anyway, it was 2:45pm, and I was going to meet Albert for dinner at his place at six. So I had some time to kill. I talked to some peeps on the phone and watched some It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. [Seriously, it gets funnier with every episode I watch, I highly recommend it.]

I left for the Metro station at 5:30pm, because I wasn't exactly sure where it was. I talked to my Grandma while I walked there. This post is boring the life out of me, so I'm gonna wrap things up: I met Albert, we got some Mexican for dinner, and had some hilarious conversations (one is blog-worthy and you will see it soon...ish.).

But this is funny.
So if you are my friend, you know I love Diet Coke/Coke Zero. And just to refresh everyone's meager minds, here is my favorites list, in order:

1. Fountain Diet Coke
2. Coke Zero in a can
3. Diet Coke in a bottle.
4. Mountain Dew
5. Diet Coke in a can.

I don't like Fountain Coke Zero at all, and it's okay in a bottle. Anyway, Albert and I were having a discussion about pop (YES. IT IS 'POP.' IT IS NOT 'SODA.' YOU'RE DUMB). We were talking about how hard it is to cut pop (!) out of our diets, and I said it never has been or ever will be possible for me. I also mentioned I'd eat aspartame by the spoonful if it were socially acceptable (you people and your "it's absolutely horrible and destroys your insides and causes global warming!!!" are just part of some uglydumb conspiracy). Anyway, in our discussion, I noticed that on the Diet Coke can there was a heart. I used this in my defense and said, "See! It's healthy!" Then I also noticed that the can said, "Join Diet Coke in support of women's heart health programs.*" This furthered my position that Diet Coke is protecting me from aliens and terrorists. Albert noticed the asterisk that conveniently, didn't catch my eye and wondered what it read. It said, "*Participation by Coca-Cola does not imply endorsement by HHS/NIH." (Those acronyms stand for Health and Human Services, and National Institute of Health). I then loudly asserted that "**Participation by Becca does imply endorsement by Becca." Albert then took this picture, after I was secretly handed a check from The Coca-Cola Company.


Then I took a sip from the can and loudly said, "Mmmmm... Aspart-awesome!" And Coke handed me another check.


After dinner, Albert and I went back to his apartment to drop off his leftovers, and I took the opportunity to take some pictures of the city from his balcony:






That is the Washington Monument in the center.




The Capitol Building is just behind the red building in the center. You can see the right edge of the white dome.


Bigger pictures here.



It's a pretty sweet view, I must say. Also, the road in the second picture, that has the two white cars on it... basically, Albert said if you walk down that road for about 20 minutes, you end up at the White House.

I'm coming, Hillary!!! Meet you there!!!! [Some of you don't know, but I am going to be Hillary's Monica].






DIBS.



Those things are just POPPING out of the page at me.








Anyway, after picture-taking at Albert's, we went to Nellie's, a gay sports bar. [No, there were guys there too!!!] It was getting late (and dark), and so after Albert made me drink TWO beers, I walked back to the metro to return to UM. I was afraid I might get killed on the way, but alas, I didn't.




It's aspart-astic!!!

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