I did the worst walk of semi-shame last Friday. It was raining, I was wearing flats that gave me blisters, I was extremely hungover from fun at Tony's and Lucky's, and I had to walk all the way back from River Park to my place so I could shower and get to work. Not to mention, my bra was stuffed in my purse. (Nothing happened, just got more free drinks if I wasn't wearing it.) Unfortunately, I happened to walk by a tour group of kids and their parents...I could only think, "Yeah, you're daughter is going to be doing this at some point while she's here."

I remember my mom telling me that after they had helped me move into Washington freshman year, dad wanted to turn the car around because they passed a frat house that had a sign that said "Goodbye Daddy, Hello Natty." I'm kind of proud that I have now filled those parents' heads with the same thoughts. :P

I ran into my ex Jake the other day. It wasn't as awkward as it could've been, and I left feeling nothing that I thought I would be feeling. I guess the time apart has just opened my eyes to different things. He's definitely not the same guy I remember, and he looked at me with this horribly sad look on his face. He told me in a text message about a week ago that he felt bad seeing me or trying to be friends with me because of how badly he hurt me. I never realized that he would feel that way, but I want him to stop feeling like that. I'm the only one allowed to make him feel like crap about it, and since I don't feel like crap anymore, I feel no need to make him feel that way.

Also, I had my first experience with Jager this week. Let's just say I am thankful for random nice girls who are willing to walk me from Court Street to River Park. So, random nice girl, if you're out there and reading this, thank you for helping me and I'm sorry you hand to deal with my drunk ass.

Until next time,

Rach