Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Gainesville, we meet again my love

Approximately two weeks from today, I'll be back in a town I once despised with all my immature, broken heart. I'll be visiting Gainesville, Florida, the home of my Alma mater, the University of Florida (Go Gators!), to attend a graduation ceremony. I'm curious to see what it's going to be like to be back in Gainesville as a grown-up, as someone that has been out of school for three years, as someone who's no longer heartbroken. You really don't understand. I feel like I talk about having been heartbroken so often, but that's because for years, that was my existence. So to not feel that way, and to truly not feel that way is... liberating in every sense of the word.

I have been back once or twice since I moved away, but I feel like during those times, I was still inevitably caught up and all inside my feelings, even though they weren't about the same ex from so many years previous. (Feelings are feelings, though.) And I certainly wasn't the type of grown-up I feel like I am now.

It will be nice to be back, to NOT be in my feelings, to be celebrating in all types of ways for many different reasons, to see some of the ladies that made my last year at UF something special, and maybe if a little sugar daddy* drops a stack on me, I can get another tattoo. *crosses fingers*

Anyhow, I decided to repost one of my favorite posts from the Halloween I spent in Gainesville. I don't know what it is about Halloween that has made it a social fail for the last three years kickin', but I'll try to do better this year. At least it's usually always a fail but with great company.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Halloween in Gainesville

In the story of the life of Malorie, Halloween in Gainesville unfolds in this manner:

1. No work on Friday. This leads to great excitement, and driving to Gainesville.

2. Hair is behaving and looking fierce with no headband. This leads to further excitement.

3. Due to disgusting hangover earlier in the week, no alcohol is planned for consumption.

4. Best friend and many other friends are in Gainesville. They are all excited to see protagonist. This leads to great lengths of excitement and mushy feelings.

5. Once in Gainesville, protagonist meets other very cool friends of best friend. This makes Halloween party seem even more exciting.

6. Protagonist is tired and falls asleep on couch. Ends up sleeping on couch.

7. During middle of the night, protagonist feels swallows mass amounts of phlegm. Doesn't know where phlegm has magically come from, but continues sleep.

8. Morning. Protagonist feels like there is a rock inside skull. Congestion and lack of ability to breathe leads protagonist to Walgreens.

9. Buys sinus medicine. Thinks it is an allergy to best friend's puppy.

10. Day progresses... feeling gets worse.

11. Falls asleep on floor watching Florida Gators lacerate Georgia Bulldogs. Protagonist feels sleep will help. T minus 5 hours until Halloween party.

12. Protagonist awakens from nap. Feels worse.

13. Protagonist cannot breathe and still has headache. Decides to use steam inhaler to loosen mucus. Still T minus 5 hours until Halloween party.

14. Protagonist makes sudden movement and spills the scalding water from the inhaler on her leg. This proceeds to burn the protagonist through jeans.

15. T minus 4 hours until Halloween party: protagonist receives visit from friends. Holding ice to burnt thigh, protagonist realizes laughing is not possible due to condition of non-ability to breathe.

16. Friends leave. Protagonist decides to shower to assist with curing process before party.

17. T minus 3 hours until party: protagonist is wrapped in a blanket, now feeling feverish along with burnt thigh and headache. Protagonist decides there is no dog allergy, but contemplates whether it's swine flu, regular flu, or just plain death.

18. Protagonist decides party attendance cannot be completed.

19. Protagonist drinks tea and watches Coming to America complete in pajamas, head rag, and blanket.

20. Protagonist sleeps. Friends leave apartment to attend party.


True story if you've ever heard one. I hope Kappa Alpha Psi Fraternity, Inc. enjoyed my ten dollar donation to their party I couldn't even attend.

(by the way, I didn't have the flu in any variation, I just caught a fierce cold which is now subsiding.)

*--no sugar daddy. Remember this guy? Once was enough.

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