November 15, 2009

All the cool kids are doing it.

My Saturday started out like any normal 23 year old post-grad working a shiny new full time position-- I woke up at 9:30am without an alarm and cursed myself for an hour, at which point I pulled myself out of bed as I had ran out of validations to keep myself in said bed.

It didn't quite dawn on me until a bowl of pho and the entire fourth season of How I Met Your Mother with a few good friends later that my young adult life has snuck up on me, strangling and replacing my college kid life.

Sure, it still has certain semblances of my old life that I put away roughly five months ago. There was the cheap and easy Asian soup of choice, an impromptu drive to Best Buy and purchasing of FFIV (my friends dubbed this a kidnapping with promises of orange Tic Tacs that I never gave them), a trip to sketch Safeway for beer, and an entire season of a favorite show to power through.

Normally this would conclude in a certain amount of college brand alcoholism stretching into the wee hours of the morning. Instead, only one of us attempted said alcoholism while the rest of us exited early, and all of us are ending our very early nights with some sort of gamage.

At some point in the night I mused over our situation. Even more so when it was pointed out it wasn't even 5pm and I speaking as if our Saturday night was over. It seems that life changes so quickly, even though I saw this coming years ago, we all did in the very few fleeting times we tried to imagine adulthood.

It feels like the end of my youth, which is silly because I still have years, and yet I still wonder if it truly isn't too far off to calling it a night at 9pm. How I Met Your Mother is a show about 30somethings rocking a lifestyle many of my friends and I are growing out of. Is that sad or is that life?

November 1, 2009

His name was Naked Lego Man

I've come to learn that I'm fairly awesome at not blogging. But, putting that aside: Halloween. I don't have much to share, mainly because mine wasn't super exciting, nor do I fully feel like disclosing much more as that would be more personal that I've decided this blog is allowed, but I will share that, yes, there was a guy roaming around the U District in a yellow box.

He looked more like a robot than anything, though he was supposed to be a naked Lego Man. He was often stopped for pictures and at one point he and I boogied our way around Dante's dance floor.

So, yes, he's real. He really does exist. The large amounts of pictures of him on Facebook do not lie.

I have to say, though, Tampax Box Girl and Quail Man Dude, you totally made my night.

As for me? I attached large rabbit ears on a white hoodie and crocheted a string of carrots to wear around my neck. Not the most awesome costume, but damn comfortable, and by the end of the night, while hopping around dismantled Naked Lego Man, that's all that really matters.