Potato Chips in My Bed

Today, I did my laundry to find work out clothes in the bottom.  I had one of those moments where I forgot that I owned the clothes in the bottom of the pile.  I'm not sure which is more embarrassing ... a. that its been that long since I've done laundry or b. that it's been so long I don't remember what my workout clothes look like.

I'm currently in the middle of my first round of final exams!  I've also recently decided to apply for another graduate degree, I must be crazy.  I'm applying for a dual degree of a MPH/MBA.  I can get my masters in public health, which leads directly into the hospital health care industry along with my MBA.  It's like a perfect marriage of what I want in my career.  I'm finally starting to feel like all this preparation is putting me on a track that will lead where I want to go.  As long as I can submit the application during finals ... and my application comes out in coherent sentences, which has been a struggle for me ...

I've also met someone here.  (I think).  I'm fully embracing college life, and we had a boat cruise with our whole class a few weekends back.  A bunch of us got together to drink a little before we went on the cruise, and ended up somehow having roughly 5 drinks each (??).  I remember the night being so so so much fun ... but I also remember when we got on the boat, one of my friends got a bottle of vodka taken away and another one walked onto the boat and immediately broke a wine glass.  A great night that ended somehow with me spending quite some time talking to a cute stranger who cabbed me home.  I woke up with a few text messages "Where did you go??" and a bag of potato chips in my bed.  So this sends me on a while goose chase to find a guy who: has incredible dimples and that's about all I remember.

I feel like in undergrad it's totally acceptable to laugh about how little you remember about the night before, but as a 27 year old it's a little strange to need someone to fill in holes about your night.  I found him at a bar a week later (when I walked in and all his friends pointed at me yelling "Heyyyyy!!!!!" ... none of which I recognized.).  We sat and talked for a few hours and he walked me home.  I feel like the east coast is a little "rougher?" "argumentative?" than the midwest, so I was really surprised when he walked me home and texted me later to say "Glad you made it home safe.  Stay away from the potato chips."

It's a nice distraction from all the studying and cramming of information I've been doing ...

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