i'm not in college but i go on spring break anyway

I graduated college almost one year ago... and believe me, I was a typical college student.  I enjoyed late night library sessions, getting perfect attendance, waking up for 8 am's and graduating magna cum laude.  Granted, this is all true of my college career, I also spent hours at a time in the dining hall, enjoyed cocktails on a monday, danced on a few bars and attended police-busting parties.  During my 4 year stint as a college student (should have done the 5 year plan) I actually ever went on spring break.  I never took my shirt off in exchange for plastic beads, i never romped around the beaches of mexico... unless i DID go on spring break but was black out the whole time, which actually sounds like most spring breaks.  But because of lacrosse, I never was able to enjoy wasting money and not remembering who I had slept with in foreign lands. Shame.

So this year I decided to indulge.  Lucky me, my boyfriend is still in school, so I was that annoying girlfriend that decided last minute to tag along on his trip home to Texas.  Needless to say, I did all sorts of touristy things and definitely looked like a Mainer.  We went to Barton Springs, the State Capitol... and some basketball games.  However, it wasn't all vacation because out of the 15 days I was there I was forced to work out TWICE! For 40 minutes each... seriously... not what I call a vacation.

CLEAN YOUR EARS (clean your ears)

After a fantastic Morris Family Christmas, it was time for me to pack up my bags and take a vacation.  It was a Roger Roommate Reunion! I went to DC to visit the only people in the world who actually understand me, and my quirks. I got to spend time with the people that I've taken thousands of photobooth pics, videotaped drunk, talked in accents, played dress up, irritated bunnies, petted strangers dogs, rapped on street corners, danced in our underwear, whipped our hair back and forth, and participated in ultimate slow motion action sequences with. Special Shout out to Reneeskeet and DJ Pie  I also got to spend time with their beau's, who have had countless awkward skype moments with me, spent sleepless nights in the library with me, taken lunch trips to Manny's with me, and somehow have been able to understand all of the strange activities that have taken place in Baypoint, Bayside, and on Bradford Street. Special shout out to Graham Cracker and Bennamin. But most importantly I got to see my favorite addition to the crew, Mrs. Crackers/Rabbi Buns/Shit Machine/Nameless Bunny.  I have never seen anything so cute, yet have never been so afraid of.  I hate that stupid bunny thing. But I love him so much. Silly gay rabbit.

Here are some highlights from the trip...

• A bar tender that has no idea what a "Birthday Cake" shot is. Like wtf?!?!
• A bar called "McNasty"
• Getting a creepy guy kicked out of Madam Organs
• JUMBO SLICE PIZZA
• Ben trying to strike up casual conversation with Cab Drivers
• Renee's crazy cats
• Molly going to ABC studios to be interviewed (she's famous)
• Being a city slicker and learning how to use the metro (a huge feat for this country girl)
• Calling myself a "city slicker" multiple times a day
• Going sight seeing of course
• getting an awkward picture taken with the Ruby Red Slippers
• Taking Blurry pictures
• Hot Tub nights

When I Think About You I Touch My ELF

So another holiday has come and gone... however this one happens to be everyone's favorite.  And by everyone, I mean about 99% of the population (Screw you 1% bah-hum-bug-ers). A Hinckley family gathering is like none other.  I guarentee there is no other family christmas party that involves as much alcohol, food, laughs, ugly sweaters and obscene gifts as ours.  The younger generation decided that we would partake in an ugly sweater christmas celebration... I think its safe to say there was a unanimous winner.... nice work Jamie!

So, aside from ugly sweaters, the cousins also had a secret santa.  Seeing how all but one of us is 21, most of the giving revolved around alcohol. But I wouldn't want it any other way.  Chris got beer.  Donnie got beer. I got Vodka.  We know each other all too well.  I'd say my secret santa knows me a little too well. Vodka, frosting, and clothes that had been left at her house. It's easy to say that it was definitely the best present I've ever received.  The Justin Beiber wrapping paper was just a bonus!



But lets get real, the best part of christmas was the Holiday Cow & Lamb, the Christmas Banana, and obviously watching Beevis & Butthead Christmas Specials.  All traditions nobody outside the family would understand.


And so, I fall asleep just in time for Santa to come! It's weird though, I definitely had a dream that I put all the presents under the tree and stuffed the stockings. Huh... anyways, Christmas morning arrived and I have found that in my old age, I get way more excited about practical gifts-such as an electric blanket-than I used to.  Just ask my boyfriend, I talk about it all the time. It's an unhealthy obsession. But no Christmas would be complete without my little Taiwan Elf, Chang Chi Chieh... or as we call her here in America, Jennifer!