also, i can't wait until the next alumni reunion/party/soiree type thing so i can show up with my big lovable smelly ape of a boyfriend and field endless questions as to why i'm not there with scott. we'll pretend to be married just to grease those rusting gossip wheels.
i can't tell if i'm sarcastic or bitchy tonight. probably a bit of both.
in the spirit of keeping all alive here, i'll pose a subject for discussion:
'best/worst item on the asfa lunch menu'
note: i call dibs on the weird international rice with raisins. FOUL.