Chocolate Cake and PVT's

So not much has happened since my last post. But I'm a little bit too tired to shower, or just lazy and really don't want to work on my homework for my online class. I may be 22 and going into 18th grade but I procrastinate like I'm back in high school.

I like to pretend I'm being productive by writing my blog. Makes sense in my brain, don't question it.

I went to a new restaurant with some friends from my business class. A super cool place in the heart of Carbondale called Global Gourmet. It seriously looks like it would fit right in to a Davis or even San Francisco scene. The interior is modern and artsy, with globes adorning any and every shelf, a long black bar and black chalk board walls every where and theres a long cushioned bench with pillows that stretches from one side of the establishment to the other and there's tables and chairs seated next to it the whole way down. They have the biggest wine list and their menu is superb, with fancy european styled dishes and wine to pair it with. I loved it and it was the perfect spot for a girls' night. We saw another group of girls walk in as well so we knew we picked a good spot for our little outing.

When you and the girls see another group of girls out enjoying "Wine Wednesday". They know what's up.

We drank wine and had appetizers and dessert all in celebration of Ally's soon to be year long stay in France. She had just bought the ticket, one-way, so it's really really happening. And naturally, we made it into a good excuse to drink, I mean a celebration, duh.

Quite literally how I feel whenever I go out with the girls.

The food was good, and the wine (from France, yes we're corny. Deal) was pretty dang good. But then the waitress told us about the desserts and good lord they were amazing. We split a creme brûlée and a chocolate raspberry cake. Holy. Cow. I need that cake in my life. I want it at my wedding, at every birthday from here on til I die and for every occasion ever. It was mousse like and light but still decadent and both milk and dark chocolate and you got a faint taste of raspberry in every bite and something else that I'm not sure but whatever…to die for. And I don't even like chocolate THAT much (ask my mother, she's a choco-holic so I usually stick away from chocolate) but it was too good. I'm still raving about it and it was days and days ago.

Ugh. Just thinking about I want to go out and buy one right now… but no no no, my workout would have been for naught then. The calamity that is being a girl…don't eat cake because it'll go straight to your butt and then you won't get a date and then you're around other girls and gossiping and drinking and it's like meh, I like cake. So what if I like cake more than boys? Cake never lied. Or cheated. Or sent passive aggressive texts or get awkward in person or stand you up. And let's be honest, I ain't looking for an Illinois boy to say til death do we part amen to so….Suck it.

Whenever I'm worried about being single I go…

and then reality/depression kicks in and I tell myself…

but I stop moping eventually...

And I'm back to being single and perfectly ok with it.

Don't worry I didn't just get up and buy the cake. I do have to fit into my super cute but super tight dress I bought for my aunt's wedding this upcoming weekend. Marriages may not last forever in this day and age but pictures do…(just kidding Aunt and soon-to-be Uncle! It's my sarcasm, it's just on level high today!) And the last time I went on a date me and the guy ended up having a terribly awkward encounter and well you can obvi tell how long that lasted…so there's that.

But I digress...

After Wine Wednesday, I tried to sneak some time in with Kaylee. But Kaylee left me this weekend for her cousin's wedding. Gosh, that girl needs to get her priorities straight. We're both stuck in the Dale for the summer but she works so much I can only see her on weekends and then she leaves me?? Not ok. I kid..kinda.

But before she left I went and visited her like a good friend. Actually a great friend, since she left at 7am on Thursday morning. Guess who showed up at her door with coffee and bagels in hand at 6:20am?? Ya. I did. That's true love right there. If you're reading this you probably know I'm definitely not a morning person so that's kind of a big deal. So I helped/watched her pack and then loaded up her car and we got to sit and chat and drink coffee like the grown adults that we are and it was nice. Not gonna lie I went right back to bed afterwards though. Passed out til 10. Felt amazing.

Go through the motions of another typical day…life guard…yell at some kids…workout… go home…watch tv…sleep.

Boy oh boy is this fun!

On Friday I rallied a few girls because I was going stir crazy. Just get me to a bar, I don't care where or what we do let's just go.

Gotta rally the troops, we may not own any guns but they're the best shooters in town. 

I end up going with some work friends and it turned out to be a fun night. Vodka was on special so that's always dangerous and I ended up leaving my car at the bar and walked home (how was I supposed to know that vodka tonics would only be $3 that night? You can't blame me. Blame the bartender.) After about 3 Pear Vodka Tonics, or PVT's as I like to call them (can't take credit, that's all Ally and they are delish and may even replace my beloved whiskey diet for some time) and I start running into all sorts of people I know. Wait, you're still here? Why haven't we hung out? I'm bored hang out with me!!! And lots of similar conversations ensued. So that's a relief that I'm not totally and completely alone. One or 2 more PVT's and some dancing and then boom, it's time to go home for this gal.

The PVT's rocked my world and so Saturday was a struggle. I worked but other than that I was very unproductive all day and was so not up for a round two. I'm getting to be kinda grandma-ish in my old age. Cali can't hang anymore.

Sunday was much better, I met up with some friends for breakfast that was the bomb dot com and had a day to myself. I went tanning, shopping, cooked some food. Glorious day.

And now I'm going to watch Game of Thrones and pretend that I'm working on business homework. Gag.

To be continued!