Coast to College

I Do?

This past Monday I was interning at the Great Bridal Expo, taking photo’s of my marketing companies new wine brand. It was the first time I met my boss since the company is based in LA. During the event, we decided to walk around and scout out the competition. 

There were models dressed in white lingerie, photographers, make-up and hair artists, DJs, and my favorite, the male strippers advertising for bachelorette parties.

Owners of every booth shouted “Congrats on your engagement!” as we walked by.

Once we got to the male strippers, who were also handing out creme puffs, things just got strange. 

After congratulating us on our engagement, the stripper told me I could take as many creme puffs as I wanted and to “enjoy the creme” ;). My boss proceeded to play along that we were getting engaged and took their flyer. 

I’m too young to be getting married.

Snaps, 

Ginger

spontaneity at its finesty

My roomie and I decided after we got out of class on friday afternoon that we were going to take a road trip. it had been in the talks for a while but we didn’t think we’d actually do it. Should we go to LA or Vegas? At 12:50pm on friday we decided LA it is! Ran home through stuff in a suitcase, got in the car and drove to LA. It was a great weekend with no agenda. nothing to do, no where to be except for what we want when we want. we surprised our brothers, they had no idea. it was epic.

nothing too exciting to share from the weekend, but just a word of advise. Take a weekend and do something awesome, have no agenda and don’t let anyone tell you what to do. today is monday and I feel so great after a spontaneous weekend. 

love and miss all my c2c girls. looking forward to some spontaneous road trips this summer. xoxo

stay classy y’all 

mom

The College Nightmare Came True

So maybe it’s just me, but there are times where I have dreams about being late for school or a test or something important but I can’t seem to make myself move or get there on time (because I’m sleeping in bed…) and therefore I miss the test and fail or something of the sort.  It came true.

Last week, my teacher (a vicious full-blood Italian) literally said “Anyone who misses the final will fail this class. Make sure you show up at 9am sharp to take the test and turn in your final project books.” I, naturally, scoff at the idea of anyone who would be so irresponsible or stupid to be late or miss the final. But in my defense, there were other circumstances…

Cal Poly’s finals are this week and Daylight Savings decided to be a real bitch and crash the party. Sunday night’s time change completely threw me off, and I never set my alarm for the right time for my Monday 9am final.

I wake up to a phone call buzz from my friend in my class. It’s 9:30am. I think I literally jumped off my skyscraper-high top bunk and flew to her office because failing this particular class would throw my entire schedule off by A WHOLE FUCKING YEAR so to say the least I was THAT Freshman sprinting across campus.

I run into her office, close to tears, and she gives me a hug(She is capable of hugs?!) and completely excused me. “I cancelled the written portion of the test, but I just wanted to see if you all could show up on time” ………I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry because I was so relieved that after all this, I still got full-credit.

 SO for all you lovelies who have finals coming up, set 2 alarms. Or 3. Or just make sure your clock is set correctly. Because I’ll never live down how much of an idiot I must’ve looked publically & walking into her office barely dressed with my glasses and retainers still in…

We’re just friends,

ELLE Girl

Getting Lucky ;)

Not in the way you think. Hehe. Tonight we went to the Lady Antebellum concert. Since we were right in front of the stage we assumed the night couldn’t get any better. Enter wealthy Jewish friend (YAY JEWLANE!): “I have 2 extra tickets for the inner circle of the stage, do you want them?” (A.k.a. the pit… um yes we’ll take them.) Long story short out of the 4 of us, “Kay” & I ended up taking them & we spent the evening high five-ing the band and screaming like little girls as our faces were broadcasted on the giant screens behind us. Go big or go home, right? 

Ragin’ Cajun Style,

Hooters

Mardi Pardi Rules & Regulations

1. Apologize to your liver in advance. Just for pregaming purposes we had 4 handles, 4 bottles of wine, 2 bottles of Jack Daniels, and a bottle of tequila left over from the weekend. ALL OF THEM EMPTY. *Does not include the daiquiris & other forms of alcohol consumed at keg kills & frat tents each day.
2. You must wear neon. And tutus. And your shoes will get thrashed. (Rainboots are a good idea.) As for transportation to parades: take the streetcar, walk, but we recommend jumping in the back of a truck or Uhaul driven by the frat pledges. Can anyone say bitch work? 
3. Contrary to what you might think, there’s no need for flashing. Stand in the front of the crowds, make eye contact, yell loudly, jump, sing, but whatever you do don’t stand next to a small child – you will be guilt tripped into handing them all of the beads, footballs, cups, shoes & coconuts you just earned. 
4. Let’s face it – the people on the floats (celebrities included - Adam Levine, Mariska Hargitay – SVU REPRESENT!, Will Ferrell, Anderson Cooper, etc.) are drunk. (Or if you’re Cyndi Lauper, on a shitload of drugs.) So if someone on the float attempts to pour you a shot of whiskey instead of throwing you beads, take it graciously (and maybe try & snag another). 
5.  If you wind up in handcuffs because you’re caught smoking weed on St. Charles, don’t fret. After you march over to the cop car in handcuffs, they will let you off the hook. “We’ve just embarrassed you in front all of Tulane, so you can go.” (If you actually went to jail during Mardi Gras you’d be there until Wednesday. OH HELL NO. (Ironic that before Mardi Gras begins the school gives you lawyers’ phone #s & explains how it’s common to find people passed out on the side of the road. Remember, “It’s a marathon, not a sprint!”)
6. When your roommate is snorting Adderall or on molly & doing whippets or going on a hunt for ecstasy, it’s okay, right? Lots of people are on drugs this weekend. (Ex. Cyndi Lauper) And it’s not a problem as long as she makes it back at the end of the night…. morning… afternoon… Wait when do we get back?
7. Our campus turns into a hotel, The Boot and The Palms and essentially all of our bars & frat parties will be PACKED after the parades end. Do not be alarmed if you hook up with some rando from Spain, England, Australia, (insert name of country here), Vandy, Duke, Emory, LSU, (insert name of school here) on the dancefloor, or even if you end up taking him back to your room. MARDI GRAS IS A SHIT SHOW & ANYTHING GOES. 
8.  If you happen to find a text from a guy saying to meet at a jazz bar downtown (& that there are drinks waiting just for you), do be spontaneous. Especially if this guy is relatively good-looking. At the end of the night, sneak him into your dorm so he doesn’t have to pay the $80 visitor’s fee & has a place to sleep (doesn’t this mean he owes you?). A free Grammy winning performance (Rebirth – check them out!), while downing drinks and grinding to the sound of New Orleans jazz makes for one steamy night in the Big Easy. 
9. After 6 days of: waking up, getting bfast, pregaming, going to parades & frat tents with keg kills along all 7 miles of St. Charles, parades, dinner, napping, drinking, partying until 5 am, then crashing, you make it to Tuesday morning – the day of Tequila Sunrise & Kegs n’Eggs, but also the day with the best parades: Zulu & Rex. No sleep for 28+ hours leaves you a wreck, but if you can make it through this final stretch YOU ARE A GOD (with all the bragging rights in the world.)
10.  Fat Tuesday: Our school is still on Mardi Gras break (no school Monday and Tuesday after Mardi Gras weekend) because they’ve correctly assumed we’ve been drunk since last Thursday. Take this day to order Chinese food, sleep, & thank your body for bearing with you through Carnival. Then, mentally prepare for next year when Mardi Gras coincides with the Superbowl. Yes, that’s right. MARDI GRAS & THE SUPERBOWL TOGETHER.

Ragin’ Cajun Style,

Hooters

The Longest. Weekend. Ever.

So President’s day weekend was at hand and we were all stoked, naturally, for a long weekend, and our Pledge class retreat (having just rushed a soRAWRity, Bush Baby & I are now SISTERS!!!). However, Cal Poly thought it would be a good idea to compensate for the fact that we’ve had many Monday’s off to make this past Friday a Monday schedule. Not happy in the least, every student made an extra effort this past Friday night to go hard. I, on the other hand, was recovering from a cough and opted to stay in. Come 11:30, some guys from my dorm convinced my roommate & I to accompany them to a party nearby, and after much nagging, we reluctantly accepted. Putting zero effort into our appearance, we escort them to the party, and I stay for a grand total of about 20 minutes, finding my other 2 friends there, one of which who we shall call Dobby, was SHITFACED. Not thinking much of it, 2 of us leave and go back to the dorm. It rolls around to about 1am and we’re all back in the dorm wondering…. “wait, where’s Dobby?” …”idk I thought she left with you…” … “noo she didn’t I thought she left with your group…

Anyways we were up all night scared shitless since we soon realized her phone had been commandeered and she had no keys. I was drugged up on Nyquil and had to remain in bed where I hallucinated and freaked out the whole time while everyone else went to look for her. No luck. & we had to leave for our retreat by 10am the next morning. Finally, 6:45am and Dobby bursts through the door with branches in her hair, hickies, and reeking of alcohol, still drunk. We put her to bed and later realize that she has no recollection between the time I had arrived at the party and waking up in some guy’s apartment that morning at 6:15, fully clothed. She was alright, but definitely shooken up, and we were hardly able to get past the anxiety and continue on at the retreat as if nothing had happened.

The retreat was AMAZING having stayed at our Pledge Mom’s Vinyard (number one wine in Nor Cal…WOW) and shopped in San Francisco all Sunday (Running into the BLONDE at Powell!). That night, after getting blindfolded and scared shitless by some of the Actives we were able to RAGE (SUCH A SURPRISE AND SO MUCH FUN) except, of course, I get a little carried away with the wine and black out around 10:30 only to wake up the next morning at 7:30 with the extreme need to hug the toilet. Turns out I blabbed nearly EVERY secret of my own as well as some of my friends…who were with me…and probably would have liked those things to stay a secret. I also proceded to “speak italian” and discuss my sex life and preferences. Needless to say, I slept for 4 hours when we finally returned home today, and barely stomached a salad at dinner tonight….

All in all, I’d say Greek Life has proved to be very action-packed. But I need to learn some discrepancy between appropriate times & places….to say the least…..

We’re Just Friends,

ELLE girl

One Night Stand

It was one of those mornings where you wake up naked like Unicorn and Bush Baby have experienced.

It happens to everyone.

Except, I don’t think people normally have one night stands with people they went to kindergarden, elementary school, and middle school with and then never spoke to again until one day you are randomly contacted on Facebook and asked to hang out.

Heres to hoping we never speak again!

Snaps,

Ginger