a word about intern parties
Tiffany and Alyssa are even now attempting to abscond with more beer from Brian's party. I am amused by this.
Alyssa punched Brian tonight. And rightly so; whenever he gets drunk, he always gropes her. And he's a bastard, a chauvinist bastard. He mostly ignores me, and I think it's because I'm not a size 6 blonde. I don't particularly care; I'd rather be invisible than be molested. I feel that way about most of the guys here, actually. Most of them ignore me, except for Scott and Ryan. Sometimes I wonder if it's because of the way I look. I'm sure that's probably part of it (superficiality at its best), but I'm also sure that part of it is the small problem that I have this little bit of a superiority complex. Boys are not worth my time. I'm only looking for men.
I really seem to be waxing philosophic tonight. I didn't really do much today. I vacuumed the living room and dining room. I watched "The Royal Tenebaums." That was a funny movie. I put my hair up. It looked pretty cute.
Back to the original topic I had planned. Interns like to drink. A lot. Every weekend, and sometimes on Tuesday nights because we don't work on Wednesdays, 90% of the people in the program are drinking. I'm not really sure why that happens. Maybe because they're college kids and they like to get drunk. Maybe the stress is so unbearable, they feel the need to drown it in high octane alcohol and [really, really, really] bad beer. Probably the former. There are always trips to Adams-Morgan and Georgetown to hit the bars. I haven't been in a group so single-mindedly into partying before. Here I go on my soapbox again, but drinking to get drunk doesn't interest me that much. First of all, it takes a sizable amount of alcohol for my senses to become impaired. Second of all, I'm poor, so I don't have the money to do it. And I like to think I'm above that. Though, undeniably, drinking and carousing with friends is fun... I think I'm thinking too old for my own good.
Alyssa punched Brian tonight. And rightly so; whenever he gets drunk, he always gropes her. And he's a bastard, a chauvinist bastard. He mostly ignores me, and I think it's because I'm not a size 6 blonde. I don't particularly care; I'd rather be invisible than be molested. I feel that way about most of the guys here, actually. Most of them ignore me, except for Scott and Ryan. Sometimes I wonder if it's because of the way I look. I'm sure that's probably part of it (superficiality at its best), but I'm also sure that part of it is the small problem that I have this little bit of a superiority complex. Boys are not worth my time. I'm only looking for men.
I really seem to be waxing philosophic tonight. I didn't really do much today. I vacuumed the living room and dining room. I watched "The Royal Tenebaums." That was a funny movie. I put my hair up. It looked pretty cute.
Back to the original topic I had planned. Interns like to drink. A lot. Every weekend, and sometimes on Tuesday nights because we don't work on Wednesdays, 90% of the people in the program are drinking. I'm not really sure why that happens. Maybe because they're college kids and they like to get drunk. Maybe the stress is so unbearable, they feel the need to drown it in high octane alcohol and [really, really, really] bad beer. Probably the former. There are always trips to Adams-Morgan and Georgetown to hit the bars. I haven't been in a group so single-mindedly into partying before. Here I go on my soapbox again, but drinking to get drunk doesn't interest me that much. First of all, it takes a sizable amount of alcohol for my senses to become impaired. Second of all, I'm poor, so I don't have the money to do it. And I like to think I'm above that. Though, undeniably, drinking and carousing with friends is fun... I think I'm thinking too old for my own good.
posted by Kat @ 01:08
2 Comments:
At 9:37 AM,
Anonymous said…
I would have to agree that being ignored is better than being molested. Molestation bad!
There's no such thing as thinking too old (unless of course you want to eat dinner at 4:30 every night, eat prunes for breakfast, tell stories about what it was like "in your day", and want wear adult diapers. Then you're thinking too old). There is nothing wrong with thinking maturely about men, drinking, and partying.
At 10:34 AM,
On More Serious Matters said…
Dude, you are not alone. I think part of it is our atmosphere on this campus. Here, drinking is something that most people do some of the time, not something that a lot of people do most of the time. And that's really not how it is on a lot of college campuses. I found the same problem amongst my co-workers, because they're of the same fold. I don't know how they keep up with the drinking every weekend. I'm sort of glad I get such horrible hangovers from so very little alcohol because it discourages me from repeatedly bludgeoning myself with liquor. And I don't know that it necessarily has anything to do with age- the people in my office are in their mid-twenties, the majority of us anyway. And they're still drinky-McDrinksters. I say that's somewhat of an anamoly because discluding myself, most of the other kids I knew in college that drank a lot really sort of cut it out by the time they turned (ha!) 21. Because when it got legal it got boring. Go figure. Still, a couple of glasses of wine go far to help out when I'm at my parents' house.
Molestation is definitely bad and I'm glad that your friend got her punch in. Sometimes guys just need a punch to the face before they realize not to do something. That's because some guys are dumb.
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