What, what…Friday! Hi kids, only 2 hours stands between me and 2 solid weeks of vacation. I have lots of fun things planned; outings with Utan, lots of dates with Boyfriend and Medallion and even a trip to Philly to eat cheesesteaks with Ferret and Hawk. Don’t worry, I promise not to leave you high and dry like over Thanksgiving. In fact, I have something very special planned for the blog, so get pumped. The anticipation of this all has left me unenthused about blogging today, but Esquire was crying about it and I don’t want to stress him out too much during finals.
Anyway, true confession…I love beer commercials. Once, I spent a whole afternoon googling the words to the real men of genius commercials and making them into away messages. You know what, I think the real men of genius is not the inventor of the lawn gnome, but the inventor of that ad campaign. Also, I am not ashamed to admit that I have the Coors Light “Love Song” on my iPod. I do, in fact, like burritos at 4AM and dogs that love cats.
This probably says something awful about me as a person and maybe I should not so openly admit to having such low brow interests, but let’s face it, I am not exactly a classy time. For example, I am planning an event for my alumni association at a dive bar. We are raffling off Snuggies and dollars to play Buck Hunter. I just found out that the week before another kid I graduated with is planning an event. This other event just happens to be a black tie gala at the fanciest hotel in Boston…nbd.
I also can’t help but feel vaguely uncomfortable, since I am not really their target audience, or more aptly, am not a frat boy. Though, to be honest, I do have an unhealthy love of frat boys, so maybe that’s where this comes from. I don’t know. What I do know is that it is Friday, I’m dying to get out of here and MTV should have aired Snickers getting punched in the teeth.
Here’s to you, Esquire. I hate you for making me blog.