I’ve been 27 for a week now and am still basking in the birthday glow. There was something different about this years festivities. I barely slept the night before (no surprise there), tossing and turning throughout the night. Excited, overwhelmed, but mostly happy about the possibilities of what 27 could bring.
I believe it was my sophomore year of college when I decided to join, momentairly, our schools “English Club.” As a declared English major, I was on the mailing list for all things literary and as I skimmed the Introductory first meeting e-mail, where “all new people are welcome,” I figured, why not? So, I dragged my fellow English major friend Kaitlyn along, because of course, I couldn’t dare go alone, unbeknownst to most people.
Now Playing – “Prophecy” – Remy Zero with a side of “Chocolate” – Snow Patrol
Uh oh. It has been three weeks since my last post. I am legitimately cringing as I write this. I don’t really have an excuse, so I’m not going to make one up. Over the past few weeks, I have been busy at work but I have also been eating and cooking some delicious food. Then, as I drift off asleep every night, my mind wanders with clever stories and opening lines I could use for allanabytes, and then I wake up, forget them and spend my day trying to deconstruct the dream I had where I was a bridesmaid in the Royal Wedding and magically teleported myself from my lobby, to Paris, to the dressing room of Kate Middleton and the Queen.
Now Playing – Bittersweet Symphony – the Verve
Yesterday, I bought myself a big-time present.
Now Playing – Make You Feel My Love – Adele
To know me, is to know I have an obsession with all things you-tube. For many of my friends, facebook, twitter or a quick late night food run would suffice as a normal break from I.S., our senior thesis /independent-study-goodbye-social-life-massive-100+page paper, all Wooster students are required to complete. While I certainly jumped on that bandwagon, I usually preferred to shut my door & watch clips of Kristen Wiig on Saturday Night Live or repeats of Jay Leno’s funny prank photo booth clips. If the 2 minute or so distraction seemed actually funny and not just allana-funny, I would shout to my friends on the hall, begging them to come over and watch. More often than not, I would just receive leering glances from my unsuspecting friends, who couldn’t understand nor see what I found, so hysterical.
T’was the perfect morning – I had slept in until noon and had a few hours to spare before work, so I took comfort on my couch with an oversize furry blanket, a cup of piping hot coffee and this month’s Bon Appetit. I figured I would probably stumble upon a few yummy recipes, maybe find an idea or two, but by page ten, I had found the impossible. It was an advertisement for the promotion of Bon Appetit through facebook, twitter & four-square. The title inside the big bubble on the page? Sweet Bytes. It wasn’t italicized or bold on the page, but HOLY CRAP. Seriously? I felt like allanabytes was famous. All kidding aside, if one of the nation’s greatest food magazines could coin the word “bytes,” well then … WOW. I could hardly contain any coherent thought at that moment and now, writing about it, I am hardly making any sense. So I’ll move on. But really – WOW!