this is how i have felt all day.
went to the duke of perth and to jake's pub for jmk's birthday last night. it was a BNR (intramural happy hour team) event, so many team members came out and stayed out. good times. not to be repeated for a long time.
randomly, tc and i call jmk "skittles." we also mock his monogrammed shirts. the photo below is of the super awesome rad birthday present i made for him. that's three huge bag of skittles dumped into a monogrammed canister if you can't make it out.
also, pe has a very strong chicago accent (da bears) and i have been told that i have a slight lisp (i was on a date once and the guy said "i love your lisp - it's so cute!" and i was like "what are you talking about?"). she called me to ask where we were going and i told her the duke of perth. she repeated what sounded like "the duke of purse?" and then we had a two-minute conversation going back and forth - "purse?" "perth." "PURSE?" "NO - PERTH." "PUUURSE???" "NO - P-E-R-T-H." "that's what i said - PURSE." i ended up just emailing her the info. all of the miscommunication may also have to do with the fact that i think my ipod is making me go partially deaf. i'm a goddamn disaster.