Day 8

Friday was our friend Ryan's 21st, which officially makes the gang all legal drinkers! We celebrated with a night of pure fun at Casey Moore's, Cue Club and Rula Bula, and it was especially awesome because we ran into an old studio professor and he went bar hopping with us. It's always nice to see professors outside the classroom and living normal lives, especially when that involves arguing with bouncers over the spatial qualities of a backpack.


Earlier that day I attempted to sell my red bike (which, if you've heard the stories of my knee problems, you know I despise with every inch of my being) for infinitely more than it was worth. The lady that came to look at it tried to low-ball me, so she didn't end up taking it. I was mildly upset at the rejection, then came back inside to find a rejection email from RSP Architects, which didn't surprise me because I had applied for an interior design internship with an architecture degree. It was still double bummer though.