My Favorite Things: freshman

So Mike and I went to a small party last night and I started talking to this girl about when Mike and I first met...and it took me a moment to realize just how LONG AGO my senior year of high school was! I cannot believe that when I was seventeen I first came to Chicago and knew that this was where I wanted to spend the next four years of my life, let alone then after college. That seems like such a grown up decision for the immature teenager I was at that point. I am shocked that parents don't decide that one for you! Anyways, this started me thinking of freshman year, being eighteen and loving living in an eight by ten bedroom with Amy and Julie Pitter (Julia was this piece of clothe on our blinds that we just could not get off and therefore named...yea, I was that immature.) We would go out each night on the weekend and on the weekdays would have no problem running to the ATM to take out our parent's stipend for us to spend at the local Hamilton's. Posters were the decor in the dorm and going out meant staying out until the bar closed. There was never any second thoughts of taking out that fabulous shirt you just put in the dirty laundry hamper and spraying it with Febreeze so that you could wear it that night...because let's face it, that obviously cleaned it. All the boys had long hair and would grow out their "facial hair". (mike-you could only grow a goatee i think for the first 3 yrs we dated!) Workouts were unheard of, white jeans were a must, easy kraft mac and cheese was a staple and to meet a new friend, all you had to do was go across the hall.

I loved college... yes, I am glad I am done with it as I am now gaining the respect and utilizing all the lessons learned throughout those four years, but nothing can take away those carefree days!

One of Mike and my first dates @ Joe's on Weed Street. I thought a mullet haircut was hot.