Lucky Number 13.... Hundred?

So, friends and enemies, (dare I say frenemies?) Good Bloggie has gotten over 1300 views! I know that every time I hit a round one-hundredish number I celebrate, but I don't know if you know this: it's kind of a big deal.

Last night we went to Sullivan's and then Wash Bar. The whole night needs no explanation other than "four-double-and-two-single cranberry vodkas later..."
Please, for the love of god --and your stomachs-- never eat DP Dough again. I vow to put that place out of business so that I never drunkenly decide it would be a good idea to eat a "Buffer Zone" with extra buffalo sauce ever again. I think my stomach would have been happier not eating for two days than drinking and then eating hot fire.
"I spit hot fire!"
Damnit.

I have to work so much this weekend. All I want to do is curl up on my couch and watch Amelie without the subtitles and drink tea. But no, I get to serve sandwiches to fellow college students while wearing probably one of the most god-awful hats ever. I can't wait to start this other job. But! The good news is that I called and subtly coerced my boss to let me have next Saturday off, and you know what that means -- homecoming game! And more importantly, going around to random guys saying, "I like your hat! Can I have a beer? Oh... are those extra hamburgers?" It looks like it's going to be just me and Mich, which has lately proven to be a lethal combination... we went drink for drink last night at Sullivans and she still somehow bypassed me, later running up and down the hallway of our house, screaming. I've realized that's the tried and true test of whether Mich is blacked out -- the running. She's like the god damned Forrest Gump of binge drinking.

My marketing teacher was talking about how we have certain patterns to the way we end things, like in telephone conversations. Mine always end like, "Ok, I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing. Ok well, have a good night. I'll talk to you later. Bye." Mich ends hers "Mmmmmbye" without thinking. Mac just gets bored and says "OkI'lltalktoyoulater -- click."
What I'm getting at is how I never know how to end these posts. Like you care that I have to go unload the dishwasher or shriek in sheer terror at a spider that no one wants to kill downstairs. I need a sign off like "You stay classy... world." That would be sweet. I've got to get on that. So for the time being...
"You stay classy, person-who-lovingly-reads-a-pink-hued-blog-everyday."
Not so much of a ring, eh?