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Free Bacon

Wando’s, a bar off of State Street in Madison, WI, serves free bacon on Tuesday nights.

WhoooHoooo freeeeee bacon. I guess I’ll never understand those “hard workin’ Wisonsin” boys, but I don’t mind drinking with them!

ehhhhhhh. Not so sure about this one, kids.

The bartenders wear shirts that say “got bacon?” and if you ask them for bacon, they hand you exactly what you asked for —in the form of a mound of cold, greasy, shriveled meat.

Yummy!

But after Beeftastic told me about “Free Bacon” night at Wando’s I decided I had to try it. At least take my picture with the “free” drunk food—writing this now I am realizing that this is sooooo Wisconsin, there is no other way to explain it.

As I woke up in the morning, make-up still on, sun blaring through the hotel’s window and my mind trying to grasp that I had to drive 9 hours to Minnesota in about 15 minutes all I could taste was…bacon.

Gross.

As I brushed my teeth, changed my clothes and threw on my sunglasses I thought about all the fabulous drunk food I COULD have had.

As a freshman in college I started out with coming back to my dorm and having a Quaker Oatmeal Bar. As random as bacon but they taste so good. At the time it was the perfect drunk food.

Then, as I developed into being a good Penn Stater I would walk to Canyon Pizza to get a $1 slice.

And THEN once I realized that there was an opportunity for free bread at Jimmy John’s (my roommate worked there) I ditched the slice for a loaf to share.

In my older-wiser years I realized that there was fabulous pizza at Bell’s and at College Pizza breadsticks were only pennies, I think. I can’t remember exactly. But they were good. I can tell you that.

But there was always Tostitos at home and ChexMix —two of my favorite go-to drunk foods.

Never had I had, nor will I have again; Bacon. But it was an experience. And I’m all about an experience.

Regardless of the bacon I did have the same craving that morning that I have after every great night of partying : the need for a MILKSHAKE or Chocolate Milk.

This has not faired well for me in the past…but it’s what I crave.

So on my way out of the lovely city of Madison, as we stopped to get gas, I purchased a huge bottle of water and a bottle of chocolate milk.

Delicious. Perfection. Not free but thankfully, NOT bacon.

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Just Call Me Killa Kaos, I’m that Baller

So thanks to the Blogging gods (aka Google) and DJ Killa Kaos I had the most Baller Saturday night of my life.

You know me, LB,  I just write about my everyday life and surprisingly a lot happens in this college life of mine. All of my awkward, fabulous, ridiculous, depressing and even some entirely expected events are described through this blog —because I love telling you all about it (lucky you) and because this is a blog and you really can’t tell me to shut up or talk about something else–oooooo I love being in control 🙂

Anyways,  I hope you are ready for this story…just don’t be too jealous!

It was just a typical Wednesday for me. Sitting in my two hour PR class checking my e-mail when WordPress e-mailed me to approve a comment. This is always exciting, you all know that, and then I saw who it was from: DJ Killa Kaos.

First thoughts…

1. He read my DJ Killa Kaos blogs

2. He must think I am a crazy DJ stalker

3. AHHHH! I don’t care!!!!!!

He asked me to e-mail him.

What to write to my Saturday night savior?

Oh, the pressure!

Well, it turns out he could “help a girl out,” like I had figured he would have had he heard about the outfit disaster of 2007 (remember shot girl?!).

In our e-mail chat he said something along the lines of “to ease the pain, of the outfit fiasco, how does a bottle and a table reservation sound?”

Say what?

Was that even a question?

YES. YES. and YES.

Wait, that doesn’t answer the question….rewind….Yes, a table and a bottle sounds absolutely amazing.

So, Saturday DJ Killa Kaos hooked me and my “basketball tournament” up at Lulu’s (yes, I roll deep, haha).

And YES readers, just when you all thought it was impossible for me, LB,  to get any more baller…BAM…it’s Saturday night and I am sitting at a reserved table right below DJ Killa Kaos at Lulu’s with a bottle of vodka all compliments of my favorite DJ.

A lot of vodka was consumed…a lot of jams were danced to…pictures were taken…and there were quite a few toasts to the good life 🙂

I have attached some photos of my VIP night and I just wanted to use my little space on the internet to say how very grateful I am for my baller Saturday night, definitely a highlight of my four years here at Penn State– clearly I am going out of this fine institution in style..mhmmmm.

And know what the cutest part of all of this was?

DJ Killa Kaos gave the bouncers the names LB and Mifflin to get us in…I think DJ KK read a few more posts than I realized. Thanks 🙂

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Dancing (and singing, how classy) to “Let’s Stay Together”—yet another reason why I am a fan of this DJ!

My car isn’t in my driveway.

I woke up this morning in my comfy bed butt-ass naked with a towel on my head.

(How was that for an opening line? )

What the hell did I do last night?

Last night was Erin’s 22nd birthday. So, to celebrate we went to see Juno (hilarious, btw)  and then we went to this fabulous restaurant in Mystic, AZU. It was a night to celebrate Erin and was designed to be filled with delicious desserts and very expensive drinks, because we love her and we like to feel classy and chic on our minimum wage working- college girl budgets. We started with a shot.  Thanks waiter…all his idea. Then that was followed by a martini for each of us. Followed by dessert. Followed by 3 more martini’s and two more shots. Which was then followed by the biggest tab I have ever had to pay in my life. Fabulous. I’m probably going to be sick just from writing that….

And we weren’t done. We then made our way down to the Irish pub. I believe I had a cider here…this is where it apparently hits me and hits me hard. We ran into a high school friend at the pub, which was nice. I remember at one point singing Stevie Wonder’s version of “Happy Birthday” and impressing the older people at the pub with the fact that I knew it. Go me. I am so thoroughly embarrassed for myself.

Do I remember walking to Megan’s car? Nope. Not at all. (and don’t worry, Megan was our DD)  Do I remember how I got into my house last night? Nope. Not at all. Do I remember sticking my head out of Megan’s window to puke? Ehhhhh. Yes. Do I remember taking a shower and being in a lot of dumb drunken pain—and crying for my mom? Ehhhh. Yes. Vaguely.

So this morning at 8 a.m. I received two texts from Mifflin: “WAKE UP RIGHT NOW” Ehhhhhhhhhhhh, I’m hurting so bad what could he want?  Apparently I called him 3,444 times and sent him blank texts. Awesome. At least some of might was coming back to me at this point…mostly the fact that I needed to put on some clothes…

I looked in the bathroom. Clothes everywhere. Bra in the shower. Water still running, a little bit. Al Gore and Leo would be pissed, please don’t tell them.

Clearly, I am a disaster.

I head downstairs for water and to shove a slice of bread down my throat, a savior in these kinds of situations. I explained my “story” or lack there of to my mom. She laughed at me, made sure I had a DD…oh, mom… and told me to go back to sleep. Yes, ma’am.

Back into bed. I told Mifflin to wake me up at 10, he called I explained what I could/ apologized for being an annoying drunk, he laughed and said I didn’t drink that much (No Mifflin, I drank too much, don’t do that kids– it’s 8 p.m. and I am still in pain) and then called Megan.

Megan informed me that they brought me into my house. Through the back door. Apparently we couldn’t open the garage door. After checking my cell phone I realize why…I “called” my garage door in an attempt to open it. Yes, I dialed the code to open the garage door on my cell phone. Ehhhhhhhhhhh. LB. Clearly that wasn’t going to work out.

Megan also told me that she drove our high school friend home…he lives in the next town over…I totally missed that event.  She also let me know that my car was still at Erin’s. I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW WHERE MY CAR WAS. I just figured it was in the driveway. It was not.

Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I have yet to pick the Vdub up. I should get on that.

I hope you had a much classier weekend.

I am really debating erasing this post now…ehhhh please don’t judge me! Maybe this will get some of you to share your worst/best hangover stories…maybe?!

Once again, lesson (s) learned.

Oh no she didn’t.

I can’t believe I haven’t told you all about THIS yet.

I worked all weekend. It sucked. So what did I do to retaliate? I went out. Every. Single. Night.

BOO-YA work. Boo-ya.

Well, Friday was the very successful Christmas party. And just act like you don’t know where I was Saturday, with DJ Killa Kaos at Lulu’s of course! (I love that guy).

And let me tell you, it took a lot to get me out that night. I had to be at work at 9 the next morning and was surviving on 4 hours of sleep, a party and a whole work day, but you only have one senior year so…after changing my mind three times I was out.

It is fair to say I am a creature of habit when it comes to going out. I really should start giving other fine establishments a chance so I took the chance to do so on Saturday to pregame and to watch the Volleyball game. We went to Tony’s Big Easy, known around here as The Big Sleazy. It was OK. Nothing compared to my Lulu’s.

At least that’s what I thought.

Turns out I should have just stayed Sleazy that night.

After the win we headed over to Lulu’s. Dollar drink night, so all was going well. I was double fisting my vodka tonics and actually found a seat. We sat down and started people watching when…

an ENTIRE tray of shots was dumped on me.

Dumbass shot girl got bumped into so now I have about a dozen red, sticky shots all over me and my furry purse (not a good look, imagine a wet, sticky kitten), gray straight-leg jeans (which means you could see every single red shot) and my very cute black booties.

I was so mad. No, I was irate.

I got a free drink.

Did I mention it was dollar drink night?

Thanks, hoe. Really.

I understand that it wasn’t completely shot girl’s fault. Wrong time, wrong place for LB. BUT…isn’t there some kind of customer service?! She’s a girl. She HAD to have understood how much her mistake sucked for me.

She asked me what I wanted her to do.

I wanted a new outfit.

…but I understood that wasn’t possible. I explained I live off campus and would have to take a taxi home to change.

Still, nada.

No love from Lulu.

So what did I do? Paid $20 bucks for a taxi ride (there and back + tip, because I am that baller working retail for $7.15/hour). But before I left I told the bouncer what was up. And upon my return I told him he would be getting me the round of drinks I had purchased but couldn’t drink.

So needless to say I am not at all impressed with Lulu’s reaction to the red-est, stickiest disaster of 2007.

If DJ Killa Kaos knew about it, I’m sure he would have stepped up and helped a girl out.

DJ Killa Kaos is My Homeboy

In case you can’t find me–if I am not running, going to class, studying, working or watching “The Hills” I will be at Lulu’s Nightspot.

In other words I will be at Lulu’s every Saturday. Every. Single. Saturday. Come rain, sleet or -10 degree PA weather I will be in the spacious nightspot sipping my $1 Vodka Tonics while enjoying the one and only DJ Killa Kaos.

If I could explain in words how great Mr. Kaos is I would.

And I will.

As a DJ he is extremely refreshing in a town called State College, PA. He actually mixes. Not a concept that is difficult for DJs BUT… why can’t anyone else in Happy Valley learn this trick?! At every other bar we have to listen to the entire song…even when the chorus plays 6 times at the end. From beginning to end we hear every song. Not cool.

DJ Killa Kaos (who I love, by the way) played everything from old school hip hop to tracks fresh off Kanye’s “Graduation.” I even got a lil’ Usher fix in there as well as many a song that are on my IPOD that you NEVER hear out or even on the radio. These being ‘I Still Love You” by 702 feat Pharrell and “My Love” by The Diplomats. He kept the party boom bangin’ from early (10:30 when we got there, I will get there even earlier now that I know about DJ Killa Kaos) until the bar closed down. Impressive.

I am impressed. I am also in love.

DJ Killa Kaos is apparently from NYC–which is an added bonus as his style is very New York. He made my night. I love DJ Killa Kaos.

I know you have to be thinking this by now; “If you love him so much why don’t you marry him?”

And if I could marry a DJ-ing style, I would.

Anyways…

It turns out Mifflin plays b-ball with DJ Killa Kaos on occasion. I told Mifflin to let Kaos know how I feel about his DJ-ing skills. I doubt he will. But maybe, just maybe, DJ Killa Kaos will read this very blog. I can only hope. (if you do read this DJ Killa Kaos I just want to say THANK YOU. Thank you for doing what you do on Saturday nights. Thank you.)

I didn’t love a whole lot about this weekend but you, Mr. Kaos are on my short list:

1. DJ Killa Kaos

2. $1 Vodka Tonics

3. Finally going out with Sally, Em, Heather AND Ashley all in one weekend. fabulous.

4. Wearing my new highwaist pants

5. The Steelers won

6. Mifflin buying me a drink

And that’s about it. Admist all of the DJ-ing, drinking, and pants wearing there was a lost cell phone (oh, the drama…huh HDC?!), a Big Ten game was lost ( I hate Michigan), lots of time at work, a 13.74 mile run (when I was supposed to run 18–I am blaming work and the sunrise), no LSAT studying and no work getting done. Ehhhhhhhh.

Dolla Dolla Bills Y’all!

I have a J-O-B.

Added Bonus: It pays!!!

After a 2 interview process for one of my favorite retail stores I am officially an associate.  So now I am not the “stay-at-home mom” of the apartment. I start on Thursday, which is perfect because I have to go home this weekend to move my sister into her dorm.

A brief Re-Cap of the first week of my Senior year:

Class with Mifflin–turns out it won’t be too bad. We walked and talked last night and are ready to be friends. Awwwwwww. Whateva maaaaaan.

Drinking (and SHOES) $— thank you new job. Did I mention that this store has a variety of designer shoes at discount prices?! During interview # 2 they had 36 pairs waiting to be processed in the back of the store (HEAVEN—Molly, you would agree!)

Books— $400. Let’s not go there.

Walking to Classes

“I hate when girls wear t-shirt dresses. I really hate them,” says some dumbass walking directly behind Sally and I.

 I was wearing one.

Ehhhhhhh. Know what I hate ? I hate when people care more about what I am wearing, than I do!

 Running– Sunday: 10.4 miles, Monday: 5 miles, Wednesday: 5 miles, Today: Don’t know yet I am going

right

now.

Well after this…

For your added Friday pleasure here is a photo of me and the cutest baby-sized bottle of Miller Light found last night at the Den.  OoooOooo aren’t you lucky!!!!img_5190.jpg

Enjoy your Labor Day Weekend 🙂 Maybe you will be able to enjoy one of these little beverages at a picnic of somesort!

Also….let’s not forget that PSU is playing Florida International on Saturday.

My prediction: definite WIN.

 

Trivia

I didn’t really want to go, but I went.

Last night was trivia night at The Harp & Dragon. They really should have mentioned it was going to be BYOP (bring your own parent) because that is the only way any of us stood a chance.
First category: 80s Music. Now, I know a lot of 80s lyrics, but artists….ehhhhh not so much. Second category: Presidents. We were ALL over that one. We might not know who sang “Bette Davis Eyes” ( in fact, I don’t even know the song) but we do know the 1700s like the back of our hand. Then we got the category of all categories: Justin Timberlake. Now we would have demolished all of the other teams but….these questions came with multiple choice answers. Oooooo I was mad. Did 80s music give us that handicap? NOPE. Anyways there were plenty more categories that we did poorly on. In fact, when our “answer dropper-offer” would submit our answer sheet the judge would laugh.

Regardless of our lack of trivia knowledge from yester-year (Friends throwback, do you know that episode Molly? Hint: Rachel says it. She also uses “the year of yore” Oooo trivia for you!) we had fun and drank cider.

So here is a question for you! It’s easy and it’s my favorite kid joke:

“What do you call cheese that isn’t yours?”