Taking a study break

 This weekend I went to my first NHL game!  Go Bruins?  The evening started off in the classiest of manners by heading over to my friend's house and eating bries and playing mariokart (I'm living the high life now, baby!).  Then it was off the to the game where we mingled with the inebriated fans, well, more like my inebriated friends mingled why I tried to figure out how people can skate backwards so fast!  Afterwards we headed out to Fanuel Hall to laugh at all of the awkward New England white boys and their sweet dance moves.  And of course, no night is complete without the obligatory street vendor hot dog, regardless of the hour of consumption.  Last night I attended my first official pub crawl.  My college organized it so there were about 70 kids all wearing the same ugly green t-shirts...we kind of stood out on a Monday night.  I was peer pressured into attending, but I actually had a really fun time and sampled all of the finest diet cokes around town.  Plus, I got to put "DANGER" on the back of my tshirt (although in hindsight, "sober" would have been more appropriate).  Like I said, living the high life.

Dress up? Yes please!

So I was reading my friend Amy's blog and saw her tribute to halloween.  And I realized that Halloween is the ideal time to dress up and act like an idiot without being judged for it.  Then I reflected on the other 364 days of the year that I dressed up like an idiot and was absolutely judged for it.  But you know what, I'll take my cheetah prints and bedazzled jacket over that smug attitude and khaki pants any day.  

   a little BYU parade...go cougars!

I am a cupcake.  And that's my nana's nighty.  PS I'm surrounded by the best girls in the world
I can even squeeze in dressing up at a flea market in Paris.
I think it's a genetic thing.
My engagement pictures.
Nothing says "I'm cultured" like a peplos.
random pile of rubble + spring semester + black tanktops = WWII reenactment?
May I present, the cheetah skirt.

The things we do...
Preppy Sunday.  Who says dress up can't be classy?

The not-so-classy side of dress up.  But I would hire us as secretaries.  
God Bless America.
Lewis and Clark have so much to learn from me.
Ok, not technically dressed up here, but we are wearing sorority jackets and goofy smiles.
This one needs no explanation.