i'm actually shy around new people...

emily maguire is a big dumb ass. that's right, not only do i have one, but i am one. i think that saturday night i proved that to my friends from home once and for all. now that i think about it, i don't know if ass is the right word for this situation. bafoon. there we go. you'd think i'd be out of the mindset that i need to impress people beyond belief when i meet them, but that's just not the case.

we went downtown to get dinner and go ice skating at millenium park. harmless, no? dinner at bennigan's, and jenni shows up with her friend pat. nothing huge, i hung out with him a couple times in high school. but i decide that because pat is relatively good looking and a genuinely nice guy i need to be super hilarious and witty. and that would have been cool, except that's not what i did.

we finished dinner, after i had spilled water all over nick and shamelessly flirted with the waiter, and walked to the park. found out that skating wasn't worth the wait, so we went up and walked around for a while, and took some really touristy pictures in front of the bean. i hate looking like a tourist in my own city, but it was fun. and then i started dancing. there was no music, just felt like dancing. i was slurring my speech, babbling incoherently, and yelling random things about taking pictures. so walked over over to the band shell for a little while, where pat called me out on not being able to stand still, so i started doing the flashdance maniac dance. i don't know what the hell was wrong with me. everyone probably thinks i'm drunk. or at least pat, he's like "that girl's changed a lot since freshman year."

so yah, that was saturday. nothing else really stands out from break, it was pretty standard.





RENT was amazing. amazing. amazing.