Thing of the Day: College

Foreword: This is my last LOLcat ever, I promise.

This week/end did a fantastic job re-affirming that no matter what events occur to make me believe I am ready and willing to graduate and leave college, I would like to stay at this place forever. Reasons why included:

1. They are doing a casting call for the "Russian American" version of the Jersey Shore, to take place on Brighton Beach. The casting notice says:

"Are you the Russian Snooki or The Situation? Are you a super outgoing and fun Russian American that sometimes sneaks kalbaska, pel'meni and vodka from the fridge? Can people hear the Euro/Techno/Russian music blasting from your car windows before they can see you pull up? The cameras will roll as you do what you do best...eat, drink, and PARTY."

Umm. As someone who has spent a considerable period of time perusing job postings/volunteer gigs recently, I can honestly say that absolutely no opportunity has appeared quite so cut out for my skills and interests. This would be just a summer thing, of course, and I don't really see long term career plans coming out of it (although Snooki racks in 10 Gs for doing club appearances now and several hundred of my fellow classmates paid 10 dollars each to take a picture with Pauly D when he performed at a Nashville bar) but I think the casting call is definitely worth a try.

2. I went to my first gay bar this week. It was nothing short of a phenomenal experience, and if my life plans as being Ruski Snooki or Chelsea Handler don't work out, I would very much like to play straight female best friend to a gay man for all time. My friend Bea was writing a profile piece on a waiter from our favorite restaurant, and after telling us about his life experiences (singing for the Nashville opera, getting arrested for accidentally selling several tabs of extacy to a friend in what he thought was a favor, his brief stint as a crossdresser, his love affair with his cellmate/massuese/boss etc) over a three hour long, high point of my week/semester, very wine-filled dinner, he took us to Tribe and Play, Nashville's two gay clubs. Tribe was a cool, relaxed scene made slightly more interesting by the presence of casual music videos such as this one (Jonny McGovern Gay Pimp: Soccer Practice), afterwards, we headed over to Play (officially called Play Dance Bar) for a plethora of seven foot tall beauties dressed fully in drag, men resembling those in the above music video grinding to dance moves I would be lucky to ever even endeavor, and full on fog machine, strobe lit, techno music glory. I love living in Nashville, but one of the things I miss dearly about New York is the clubby nightlife. Play is possibly Nashville's only actual club venue, and it was made even better by the fact that no sleazy sweaty men tried to dance with me, since they were all too busy with each other. Best Wednesday night ever. Thursday hurt.

3. I spent at least an hour Friday night and at least another hour Saturday night fully immersed in a foam pit. Adults see packing peanuts and think: goodie! my new Pottery Barn matching dishware has arrived! College kids see packing peanuts and think PARTY. I don't know if I am ready to go out into a world where packing peanuts are utilized solely to prevent the new picture frame I ordered to display respectable photographs of my colleagues and myself at a work holiday party from breaking.

4. Not entirely related, but in research for a class project on prison reform, I just read about this guy--"Terrible Tommy," who has spent 27 years in solitary confinement for murdering two inmates while in jail. TWENTY SEVEN YEARS. In solitary confinement. Only one journalist has ever interviewd him, in 1988 (for reference, that is when I was born). As the most co-dependent person I know, I don't think I could spend twenty seven hours in solitary confinement, let alone twenty seven years. For entertainment, Terrible Tommy (cute alliteration, Colorado Incarceration Systems), crochets and does yoga. WTF. I want Terrible Tommy's address, so I can write him a letter, and perhaps include some recent crosswords and Sudokus. Most people will never have to spend any time in solitary confinement, but as adults, they will have to spend time alone, which I do not like to do. Luckily, in college, you never have to spend time alone! As my roommates will be sure to tell you.

Happy March to everyone--Rabbit Rabbit.

Thing of the Day: Nashville

Yo yo yo. Things have been hectic to say the least. I got to Nashville a little over a week ago and it already feels like I not only never left for the summer but also spent spring semester here rather than travelling around Europe. A very wise away message once told me "Its funny how things change--even funnier how they stay the same," and that's definitely how I feel about returning to Vanderbilt.

We've had an amazing first week back, from the 15 hour road trip down, to reuniting with all my favorite Nashville eateries (Sunset Grill changed their dinner menu! Summer salad, anyone? Seafood PLATTER? Artisinal cheese assortment?!? Also the waitress who has worked there for the past 3 years and served me copious quantities of 50% off Pinot Grigio asked me for my I.D last night and upon seeing it very happily exclaimed "You're actually legal! Happy birthday--I can serve you with a clear conscience now...just kidding, I never cared") to exploring downtown Nashville (The following pictures are from the Music City Beer and BBQ Festival yesterday--beer in plastic bottles, roasted corn and sweet potato fries,excellent Nashtrash people watching (favorites included baby with beer bottle and man who offered us sweet tea flavored whiskey and barbecue to hang out by his tent and "make him look good") and fine country music) to our final year of dormitory living (Question: what do you get when you add 6 sorority girls and thousands of dollars spent at Target? Answer: veryyy brightly colored chaos).

Living with 5 of my good friends has actually proved really excellent, and the apartmentmates have already implemented several senior year rules. On Sundays, we take turns cooking family dinners and on Tuesdays, we plan on exploring a new Nashville restaurant that we haven't been to. We've really jump-started this program and thus far have been to Rumours Wine and Art Bar (adorable), and Tayst (delectable). Future venues (on color coded post-its at my bedside) include Urban Flats, The Wine Loft and Cantina Loreda in the all-of-a-sudden really cool and trendy Gulch area, Restaurante Zola, 1808 and Firefly Grille in the greater Vandy area, South Street, The Blue Moon Lagoon and Martha's at the Plantation in the "funny Southern food" category and a wide list of "places we kept meaning to try" throughout Nashville. Reviews to follow. Outside of the eating category, various apartmentmates have pledged to do hot yoga, run half marathons, apply to graduate school, ace LSATs/GREs/GMATs, volunteer, go abroad, learn Spanish/piano/photography and develop post-grad life plans. So it should be a very interesting year, to say the least, and I'm psyched. My personal goals for this year:

1. Take the GREs/GMATs. Since I ideally want an MBA but am the sort of person who sent deposits into three colleges and two study abroad programs,will consistently order 2-3 appetizers instead of entrees and told 2 people I would be their prom date in high school, I really can't make the choice to close the door on graduate degrees of other sorts. I know I don't want to go to grad school for at least 3-5 years after graduation, and by the time that rolls around I could be anywhere from the business world in New York, volunteering in China, a homeless surfer in California or practicing at a monastery in India, so I think I should get both tests over with while I still have brain cells and am in a school mindset.

2. Train for a half/ marathon. I am not sure if I want to bike or run, but due to my diet and excercise pattern of "run when I feel like it" and "eat whatever I want," I've never been in really good hot-girl-jogging-in-sports-bra shape and I feel like it'd be nice.

3. Expand this blog. I want to add photographs, post more often, and develop some sort of following that isn't composed entirely of friends who laugh at my rants and rambles.

4. Get a 4.0: This sounds reaaaaally ambitious, but (duh) it's not. I am doing an internship for my major this semester (hi, Universal Music! I am so excited for my first day this week! I even bought an appropriate length dress with SLEEVES) and the internship program consists of one class and one (really really) long paper. I think I can handle it.

5. Develop a hobby that isn't: eating, writing about eating, watching TV, writing about watching TV, drinking, and reading strangers' blogs. Self explanatory. Suggestions, anyone?

6. Have an amazing senior year! It's off to a great start.