Oh hey I'm Julia. I'm 23. I graduated from Rowan University, and I live outside of Philly with my boyfriend and our cat Chauncey. I rule. I enjoy the finer things in life such as live music, knitting, reading, talk radio, Wilco, and Mr. Peanut.
They call me “The Big Easy”….
Oh my goodness. I survived Mardi Gras in New Orleans. It was absolutely freaking crazy and I loved it.
I went with my former co-worker pal Jamie, and eight of her good friends. She pitched it to me back in December, and I wasn’t sure. Mardi Gras? Can I handle that? Plus, I go to Boston every year for St. Pat’s, so I didn’t want to take on too much. But the more I thought about it, the more I decided…ahhh fuck it, why not. She’s good people, so I went out on a whim and assumed her buddies were good people as well. Totally right. I had a blast. Of course, I wish some of my home friends coulda come, because they would have had a blast, but maybe next year. These people were awesome. For four nights, we ventured up and down Bourbon St., in and out of pizza places, bars, clubs, etc. We dressed up all goofy, danced like there was no tomorrow, drank the craziest drinks, and tried to stay up as late as possible.
I arrived back in Philly, greeted by a total lack of voice and flu-like symptoms that got me all hot and bothered. So I bummed it for a day, and today I’m trying to fight back by going to the gym. Chances are, I’ll pass out after about 10 minutes on the treadmill, but at least I’ll have tried. I loved seeing something new, doing something fun, and putting myself out of my element. Granted, I love sitting on the couch with my boo watching Heavy and eating snacks. But, it’s always fun to get away, esp while I’m young and I still can.
