To be completely honest, after a long week of brain power the last thing I feel like doing in my free time is pleasure reading, however, I have found just the piece of literature to help re-light the spark: Chelsea Handler’s “My Horizontal Life: A Collection of One Night Stands.”

If you haven’t had the pleasure of witnessing her antics, Chelsea Handler is a complete trip with great material and no shame. I found Chelsea several years ago on the Oxygen Network’s “Girls Behaving Badly”, and from there followed her to the E! Network and caught a few stand-up shows — the rest is history.

So last weekend I picked up Chelsea’s book after many months of putting it off (like I said, reading for fun loses all appeal when you have to read for purpose), and headed to a nearby coffee shop to enjoy my book with a nice cup of coffee.

I have never felt like more of a spaz. I barely made it through the first chapter without literally laughing out loud – as in laughing out loud in the middle of a crowded coffee shop filled with students studying hard, sitting all by myself. Talk about being that girl.

It only took me a few more failed attempts to try and hide my laughing before I decided Chelsea’s book was best read in the privacy of my home, where only my roommates would judge me – and I have a feeling laughing while reading isn’t too high on the list.

I continued the rest of the book — yes, I read the whole thing in one sitting — in the living room with all my roommates, who continually asked me about every five minutes what I was laughing at, (the Jurassic park feet reference killed me.) Needless to say, this book became a cult-classic in my household within a week. Read More »

Last night, to escape the tranquillized waters of the suburbs (see my previous post on Suburban Summer Survival), my friend Alec invited me to make the 45 minute drive to the nearest city to hang out at his apartment and bar – hop. I jumped in my mom’s Honda before he could promise me free drinks.

Well, to make a long story short, the free drinks soon found themselves in my throat and come 3 a.m., I was still rather sloshed with no relief in sight (although I was collected enough to realize that this is precisely why I prefer to walk everywhere). For the time being, though, I could hardly put one foot in front of the other, let alone navigate mom’s Honda back to the ‘burbs.

Alec, ever the gentleman and a treasured friend since we starred together in The Sound of Music our sophomore year of high school, kindly offered to put me up for the night. However, the minimalist decorator he is, there were very few options for a sleeping arrangement: I could sleep on the floor, or I could sleep in his bed. With him. Or he could sleep on the floor, but I hate to inconvenience a gracious host. Read More »

It’s Friday! As soon as the clock strikes 5 (or 6…or whenever you’re finished with class…) it’s time to let your hair down and get going with what the weekend is made for: getting waaaaasted!

Which sounds awesome…until you wake up in the morning with the worst hangover of all time. After running to the bathroom to puke a twice and promising God that you will never drink again if He lets you make it through this pain, you return to your bed and contemplate just what will make this horrible feeling end.

Unfortunately, you are fresh out of Vicodin.

Lucky for you, there are other ways to get rid of the spins/headache/dry mouth/sore muscles/anything else that comes along with a hangover (besides the smokey smell in your hair and ugly dude lying next to you). Read More »