last night was amy and al's graduation party! i had a blast, and was channeling my inner hippie and refused to get all fancily dressed up. so i wore a hat, long sleeve t, and sneakers. i was so comfy, and plan on keeping up the trend of flat for as long as possible. or at least until i forget how painful heels can be.

and here is a funny story about amy: months ago, we were out dancing, and we were all pretty inebriated. amy was off the charts though. so i was dancing with a new boy for one song, and amy leans over (never having met him before) and says "this is my friend holli!"

"thanks, amy." dancing continues.

maybe 20 minutes later, i sidle up to the bar, and the same boy happens to be next to me. amy leans over again, to the same boy she doesn't know, and says "you should date my friend holli, she's really good in bed!"

"thanks amy."


i always tease her about it, and she is mortified, but wait, it gets better! last night, she was talkign to a guy (not her boyfriend) and i walk over because he was super cute and i assume amy will be my wingman. and oh what a wingman, i should have learned. there's really only one way to introduce somebody worse than saying she's really good in bed.

again, drunk off her ass, she sees me and says, "this is holli! she's single, and really-"

at this point i give her a LOOK, fearing a repeat of last time. she pauses and continues,

"she's NOT really good in bed!"

"thanks amy."