My arm still hurts from giving double platelets last week.  The perils of being a rockin’ citizen…

Sometimes when I’ve been drinking classy spirits, I get extremely defensive of Slash.  One person saw the wallpaper on my phone (it’s of a Slash poster in my room) and we got into a discussion about it that ended with him saying, “Why would I like a band my parents liked?” and me having to walk away in utter disgust.  Last night, while celebrating my friend’s birthday (HAPPY BIRTHDAY Jordan, Andy, Emily, Angela, Kieran, Jennifer… see, I told you there were lots) a new acquaintance was asking someone’s opinion on Chinese Democracy (Guns n Roses newest album that blew the big one, for those of you who are out of the loop.)  So I HAD to jump in and we HAD to have a battle of wits over GNR as a whole. 

This person was unimpressed that I had met Slash.  That my RIGHT HAND had been on or near SLASH’S RIGHT HAND.  His retort was actually, “I’ve shaken Spencer Pratt’s hand.”  Oy vey.  This kid was batting zero all over the place.  I won’t bore you with our geek-out trivia session we had about the greatest band of all time, but it at least ended civilly with a fist bump and a friending on Facebook.

Do you know what is the coolest thing that’s ever going to happen to me?  My main bitch Lauren (sorry, Grandma, but that’s what she is.  It’s a term of endearment) will be student teaching in Vegas after graduation.  Like it’s already in stone.  Like she’s going to LIVE in Vegas.  Like, I’ll have a place to stay and an excuse to go to Vegas.  So, so, so excited.  She’s a vegetarian, but I feel I’ll eat enough In-n-Out Burger for her and all the other non-meat eaters in the whole world.

I woke up rilllll excited to go on PRSSA company tour in Des Moines tonight/tomorrow.  Shout-out to Natalie, the best planner EVER (she in no way told me to do this.  Ok, maybe just a little.  But she’s a loyal fan )

High-fives are my preferred method of greeting.  I high-five people a lot– when I’m excited, when I see them on the street, when I say something awesome and they’re like “Wow, Brittney, I’m glad I know you and hang out with you because you’re so awesome.”  Yeah, I know.  I’ll grace you with a high-five.