Grandma Says Relax

I was worried that I'd have nothing to talk about since I stayed in every night since my last post - call me a homebody. I guess it's because I've been feeling not quite a hundred percent, or maybe the nights haven't been as big because it's midterm season, but for whatever reason I've been content watching Modern Family and doing homework.

Last night, however, was big. Elmo had their "Beer Olympics" (its athletic sounding name is outdone by its drunken follow through). The Hall had their Angel and Demons party, and bars were a-poppin'. Two of my friends had a double date with Darden men (my friends and I have recently become friends with a handful of these guys, and they are a refreshing mix of people we don't encounter with our current guy friends. Despite all of this, I didn't go out because Bobby came to visit for the night--lucky me! He was flying out of Charlottesville this morning to Mississippi to visit his brother and so I got him for the day. We decided to eat dinner at a vineyard and apple/pumpkin picking place called Carter's Mountain, since it was a gorgeous day, but once we got to the summit, the Dinner Grill was closed (false advertising on the website's part... they said Thursdays from 5:30 to 8:30) It was, if anything, a pretty stop to look at a gorgeous view of Charlottesville. The building it on top of the summit, with a 360 degree view of the city below. It is absolutely gorgeous. We then ventured back down and opted for Tavola (Mom, are you jealous?) which was delicious. We planned on seeing a movie but once we got back to Theta we both realized how tired we were so we hung out in my room: me, Bobby, and six other girls... God bless him.

After watching Moonrise Kingdom we had both fell asleep around 1:00, but I was suddenly awoken at 3:00 by what sounded like a monkey and a coyote having a screaming match. Upon closer listening I found out it was only the Elmo boys over at our house for late night, laughing and screeching with the girls about something hilarious to them but I couldn't for the life of me figure out. I tried putting a pillow over my head, listening to music, even sounds of the beach from the Relaxation Noises app I downloaded. Nothing worked. I was up and I was pissed off. Don't they realize that I'm trying to sleep? Are they not aware it is the middle of the night? Of course not, everyone is hammered. I was SO annoyed and what's worse is that Bobby was out like a light. But I drifted in and out of sleep for the next hour, jerked awake every few minutes by another scream or laugh.

Now, I ask you: when did I become so anal? Usually I am the one at the late night, not being woken up by it. I tell you, I felt like some angry old man shooing happy trick-or-treaters away from him porch so he could stroke his cat and read newspapers from 1984.

I guess it's good to know that not everyone always finds late night galavanting to be entertaining, and that sometimes if it's after midnight it's probably a good idea to be on the quieter side. Regardless, I felt like such a little weenie.