I'm in Love

With a gay olympian.

So fierce.

Memory Alert

I watched some of the opening ceremony for the winter olympics tonight. Last time there was a winter olympics, we were freshman. I remember catching bits and pieces of it with all (or some?) of you in the pre-renovation OA lobby. Figure skating was bomb, as always.

Everything reminds me of you (all).

Ready for some football

This year, I'm preparing for a scaled down super-bowl fiesta.

With no Dutch visitors to entertain and no trips to Ohio because we forgot to buy beer, my day has been pretty mellow.

I have actually been watching the Colts this season, so I'm excited for the big game for that reason. To celebrate, I did make Mexican layer dip and a cheeseball (duh), but Nora and I, and maybe my friend Hannah, will be the only ones enjoying it.

Upon hearing about my plans, my mom contributed some goose liver pate to the celebrations. Mo-om it's football. She didn't seem to understand why this meant goose liver was an inappropriate snack. I'll probs eat it anyway

Despite the fact that none of us are major sports fans, it's funny that even the superbowl doesn't feel right without you ladies by my side.

I hope you're all enjoying it (or enjoying ignoring it) wherever you are.

Believe in Blue!
Go Horse!
Go 18!
I <3 Peyton!

(These are all things people shout when they watch the Colts. I'm a real jock these days)