Return to flip-cup

Remember how I said that we might be turning into grown-ups? Not so fast. Skippy and Jimbo met up with everyone in Jersey this weekend, and when a spare door from Abbey and Adam's garage was turned into an impromptu flip-cup table, it was apparent that some things have stayed the same. Unlike our MSU days, we were spent by 10 p.m. However, Adam kept true to his younger self when he busted open his lip after faceplanting into the kitchen's marble countertop. Of course, he was trying to leap across the room at Skippy, who had just smashed a browning banana into his face. Oh yes, we're maturing...

I guess we really are adults

In the last six months, my best friend has gotten engaged, bought a house, and "inherited" a dog -- pretty much all of the components of adulthood. I, on the other hand, am looking for another one-bedroom apartment to rent by myself, which probably won't allow pets of any kind. So I guess I'm feeling a bit behind on the life scale... but that's for another post.

Abbey and Adam's new place is so nice. It's a four bedroom, multistory house in Hawthorne, NJ. They moved in last week and I drove over for the weekend to "try" to help them unpack, with limited success. They also picked up their new dog, Frankie, from Abbey's coworker, who gave them the 2-year-old pug with the condition that he still gets to visit from time to time. It was amazing how quickly Frankie, aka Frank the Tank, adjusted to the chaotic house. Sleeping (and snoring) from his new bed, you'd never know he had different owners just 24 hours earlier. He makes all kinds of great pug noises -- best described as a cross between a pig and someone with sleep apnea -- and he's the perfect combo of calm and entertaining. I'm sure I'll get to know him and the house much better this summer. And the lure of the built-in pool and laundry room is bound to make the hour-and-a-half drive much more bearable.

Looking for THE dress

You know, that one she's going to wear down the aisle. Abbey and I started the search at David's Bridal on Sunday and had some pretty good luck. After pulling, zipping, fastening, and buttoning on an afternoon's worth of dresses, we decided on four that look equally amazing yet somehow completely different. It's going to be an extremely difficult final decision. I also got to do some modeling of my own for the bridesmaid apparel, and although the floor model in the right color was a size 26, this is the frontrunner at the moment. Don't worry, it actually looks nothing like a potato sack in the proper size.

Breathing again

Literally. I don't think I've ever been so sick. It started almost two weeks ago with that unmistakable throat tingle that means you're bound to wake up the next morning with a headache and a runny nose. I did. But thankfully, it was a Friday AND a snow day at that, so I did almost nothing but stay in bed. Unfortunately, I only got worse throughout the weekend, and by Monday, I was in the doctor's office with a ridiculously swollen throat, barely able to talk, eat or breathe. Turns out I have both tonsillitis and mono. After two doses of antibiotics, steroids, a trip to the hospital and a three-day visit from nurse mom (who was so worried she flew in from Florida), I'm so happy to finally be feeling better.

More randoms

Sorry, I'm not really thinking in complete strings lately.

Class: Spring semester started last week and I'm already sick of school. In a way, I like the busyness it brings. I don't do well with too much idle time. My statistics class is very small -- just nine students, and only about six who show up on a regular basis. Policy analysis is a little larger, but somehow my name was one of the five he remembered from our round-the-circle introduction session. As a result, I've been called on no less than 10 times. That's probably the only reason I've been able to stay awake.

Obama: I love him and I really want him to win the Democratic nod. I was so excited to vote and watch the results on "Super Tuesday," and then disappointed this morning to find out that yesterday's mass of primaries did nothing in terms of declaring a frontrunner. This is going to be a really exciting race.

Giants: They won the Superbowl! (Of course, you already know this, but I don't care). It was really fun to actually have a team to root for in the big game. I watched with Tiffany -- an avid Pats fan, who's still sore about the loss -- and we vegged out on lots of junky but tasty food.