I hate spiders

I am currently blogging, tweeting, and switching channels back-and-fourth between the Bengals and Redlegs games. Can you say holy social media overload?! I can. On a related note, hopefully the Whodeys turn this around by the time I click “publish.” 

Well anyways, I know I promised a post yesterday evening; however, a certain 8-legged creature hindered my blogging abilities. But we’ll get into that later. 

Friday consisted of counting down the minutes until the stroke of 5 o’clock. It’s not like work was bad or anything, but it’s truly an uphill struggle to pound out a nine-hour work shift when you have one thing on your mind: Athens, OH baby! 

Once the workday ended I punched my old address into the GPS, peeled off my sweater (it was a HOT ONE), and hit the road. True to form, I had to re-route once because I took a wrong turn. Yes people, I had the British accent of Karen (my family has a name for our Garmin–what can I say, personification is my favorite figure of speech) hand feeding me the directions and I still managed to mess up the directions. Oh well. Rush hour traffic was rough, but about three hours later I arrived in the promised land. 

I chillaxed in Mo’s apartment for a while, where we caught up on life and got ready for the evening. Eventually we hopped on over to my friend Adam’s 21st bday party: 

Mo and I. COLLEGE.

 

The party was live and it was great seeing everyone in my frat! In between rocking out to No Doubt (clearly when I took over the iTunes) and catching up on everybody’s summer adventures, Mo pointed out this little tid bit of irony: 

Air conditioning unit that's not properly installed.

 

OK, so as it turns out, posting that pic. was pretty pointless–considering that it’s practically pitch black. However, if you look closely enough, you will notice that both sides of the air conditioning unit are basically miniature windows. This unit is almost completely defeating the purpose of even having air conditioning. Most people who see this will probably think one of two things: 

1. Good grief you are easily amused, or
2. Miss Buelterman, what you’ve just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent response were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul.

Go ahead and admit it, you thought the latter. Although I may have contributed to a slight drop in your IQ with my dull little air conditioning story, you can rest assured that I probably killed a few brain cells of my own that night. What can I say? I was giddy with excitement about hopping to and from my favorite bars on Court Street. 

The evening ended with chugging copious amounts of water and crashing at Mo’s apartment. The morning began with the wondrous music of the Lion King soundtrack. The bros in the apartment below her’s apparently dig Disney tunes. Can’t say I hated it. 

A few hours later I grabbed a diet coke (definitely contradicts my “if you’re gonna drink a coke, drink a coke” motto), and headed back to the ‘Nati. Eventually I detoxed with Mari Winsor Pilates and a turkey sandwich. After cooling down and hopping in the shower, I screamed and jumped on my couch at the sight of this eight-legged monster: 

The zoom button on my camera apparently isn't working, but that tiny spec in front of my bathroom sink is MUCH bigger than it looks. I'd compare it to a small scorpion.

 

I screamed profanities at the tarantula, hoping to kill, or at least injure the insect, but shockingly enough, found no such success. I called for Abby several times, hoping that she might want to feast on the little bug, but she didn’t move an inch from the floor above me. It’s nice knowing that if the bed intruder decided to attack, that she’d be wonder dog and come to the rescue. NOT. Like usual, I demanded that my dad check out the scene as soon as he returned from dinner, but it was nowhere to be found. He actually tried tricking me into thinking that he had killed it (ya know, to give me peace of mind), but I didn’t buy it. That probably would have worked four months ago, but not now. I just received my official diploma in the mail, dad. Nothing gets past me anymore. 

Eventually, I met up with friends at a local sports bar, for some college football, good music, and good friends: 

Kaspi and Amac.

 

Papa Kalls and myself.

 

Welp, now that I’ve hit the 800+ word count, I think it’s time for me to peace out. Laters! 

PS. the current Whodey score is CIN 3 NE 31. Ruh roh.

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