Two totally random and yet totally connected events took place today. Before I get to the events, however, I'm going to share some background information. In 2002, at the end of my Junior year at UCSB, I moved to Washington DC with a university program called UCDC. Basically, a bunch of University of California students moved to our nation's capitol where we worked long, unpaid hours as interns and got drunk on a nightly basis. It was absolutely fabulous, except for the unpaid part.
You've probably already met the awesome gal I lived with second quarter at Diary of a Transplant, but now I am going to introduce you to my lovely first quarter roomies:
Now that you have been introduced, on to today's events:
Event 1: This morning I received an email from Gina. She is engaged! I am happy about this for three reasons--I am invited to the wedding, there will be an open bar, and Gina and James are probably the sweetest couple on the face of planet earth. It almost makes you puke how perfect they are.
Congratulations Gina and James!
Event #2: On the way to the post office today (to mail my hair to Locks of Love!) I drove past a little hotel and, y'all, check out who was staying the night:
That's right, the one and only Afroman.
My roommate Silvia was an exchange student from Italy. This was lovely because she baked fresh bread for us and used the word bella a lot. Silvia had one CD that someone had burned for her of "American" music and she played in on constant repeat. The first song on that album was Because I Got High by Afroman. She loved that song and I must have heard it, oh I don't know, three bazillion times while I was in DC. Everytime I hear Afroman I think of Silvia who would sing along in broken English, clearly not understanding half of the words, and certainly missing most of the message:
"La la la Afroman la la la East Palmdale. And la la la la la la smokin' la la bomb as hell. La la la la high. la la la high. lalalaa hiiigh."
Afroman, by the way, is from my hometown. Represent'n.
Two Reminders of The Good Times, Yo. The Good Times.