I couldn't eat a cow testicle

Happy Monday!

Kurt and I were watching The Amazing Race last night. A commercial came on and it said they were holding casting calls in the Boston area for next season. I immediately went to the website to check it out.

I'm the first to say that Kurt and I would most likely kill each other on this race. We would totally be "that couple" who argues about whose going to eat the cow testicle or who is going to lug a 10 pound bag of rocks on their back. Then I would be wicked dramatic and cry and stomp my feet and have a temper tantrum.

I wouldn't want you all to judge me when you see my cry face, or see me act like a complete and total BITCH. Or see me absolutely torment Kurt and blame him because I can't figure out a hieroglyphics puzzle.

But I can't help but think how much FUN it would be to travel the world together. To experience new things.

 

To learn new languages and cultures. 

To accomplish something huge together

The thing is though, no matter how much we would get on eachother's nerves or how difficult it would be for me to get on a plane to different countries, I know it would bring us even closer together than we already are. If not the Amazing Race, I hope one day we do get to travel the country and parts of the world together!

So excuse me, while Kurt and I sit down and create a video of the 2 of us to submit to CBS. HAH! Yeah right!

Could you see yourself and a loved one on the Amazing Race or would you prefer doing it with a family member or friend?!

Wanna know what makes me really happy?

Daily emails with two of my friends. 

These girls right here...since preschool, baby...we go BACK.

The three of us have the coolest, most awesome, weirdest friendship. I'll openly call my friend Liz a skank-a-potemus and then tell her I love her....or I'll tell my friend Cristina she's a whiney, bratty, stumpy von dutch.  I love our weird daily chats that get us through our work days.

I was going through deleting old emails yesterday laughing and just had to share some. While we are each cooped up in our 9-5 jobs, we get by with daily email chains that range from talking about what we are doing this weekend, to how work is, and to jokingly bashing each other for no apparent reason. We've known eachother for 20 years...yowza!

Warning: X-Rated words ahead. Shield your eyes!  We joke, we joke ;-)

Sometimes we use the F word

Sometimes they read my blog and question my small boob syndrome

Sometimes we (I) get wicked gross

 

Sometimes we use weird subject lines from Jenna Marbles

 Annnnnd sometimes we (I) get pornographic and use the C word

I know it probably seems like we never take each other seriously or we always talk to each other in gross, crude language, but that's not true! We just like to let loose, make eachother laugh at innapropriate jokes while at work, and just let out our inner weirdness. Even if that means using the guzzler phrase (sorry, G rated readers!)

Happy HumpDay!

I'm here to say that no one in highschool has changed

Before I dive into the post about how I got drunk at my 5 year high school reunion, I wanted to give a birthday shout-out to Rissy!! Happy 24th birthday pretty lady! Knowing you, it will be a fabulous year! :-) Oh and I'm sorry this huge photo will be the display photo on Blogger Dashboard hahah!

Anyway, last night I attended my reunion. Here's the lo-down:

My friends and I spent almost 10 minutes in the car outside the 

sketchy restaurant/hall deciding who would walk in first, how we 

would walk in, where we would walk to, etc.

No one has really changed. There were some guys still sporting the same 

white polo hats with the same Timberland boots that they wore while feeling 

up Jenny in the bathroom. The girls, looked relatively the same, but a few 

had some enhancements, if ya know what I mean!

About 20 people in there were either married, engaged, pregnant, 

or already had kids. My friend and I were in the bathroom at one point where 

two girls were sharing childcare programs and their prices

Three or four guys at one point had their shirts off dancing 

to "it's raining men" with a group of people in a circle around them watching. 

If this doesn't scream prom, I don't know what does!

But let me just say, I had a freakin' BLAST!! I am actually so glad I went. I was really excited to see most people there, though at one point some girl who I thought was very nice, sweet, and couldn't do no harm, came up to me and said:

"Oh My GOD Erica!! I was so hoping you were going to be here! 

You look so great! But omg I have some weed do you wanna go 

smoke? I have like 10 blunts! I'm so high right now!"

Hahaha Classy!

Oh..and on every table, the planners thought it'd be a fabulous idea to cut out everyone's senior pictures and spread them all over the tables. I grabbed mine, as well as two ex-boyfriends, an ex-friend, a girl I always thought was odd, and some guy who I thought was cute in 10th grade. 

I kept them in my back pocket and then at midnight when I came home drunk and needed Kurt's help taking off my jeans, they all flew out of the pockets and now they are spread on my dresser.

Overall, I'm glad I went! But one thing I did learn. Everyone hangs out with the exact same people they did in highschool. One of my friends said hi to someone that was in her classes for 4 years, and the girl looked away in disgust. I mean really, grow up you ho-bag, you ain't all that.

But I am glad I was there...even if I was two cocktails deep :-)