Yesterday was International Women’s Day, so of course the Confederation of the Bitches celebrated. It wasn’t anything too crazy because we all have papers due in the next week or so, but it was a celebration nonetheless. Ashley came over for a shrimp supper and then we all settled in and did some school work. Around 9 or so, we took a break and indulged ourselves in yogurt and berry parfaits that Christena whipped up for us. There was much laughter and shoving in the kitchen as I was trying to make toast and peanut butter for Ashley and I because we were hungry and Tenie was trying to construct her parfaits. Sometimes I wish I could record our craziness. Carmen said all she could hear from upstairs was Tenie shouting about how Ashley had never had yogurt and then screaming “aaaaaah,” and me screaming “aaaaaah,” back at her because we were in each other’s way. Words cannot describe Tenie and I waltzing in the kitchen to some crazy Portuguese music I put on either. Carmen finally braved the chaos and made porn-stars and we toasted each other with the wine glasses we picked up from the dollar store our first meeting and decorated with nail polish to our individual taste. My stomach hurt so much from laughing and everyone had tears running down their faces from giggling. Jetta definitely enjoyed herself. She was toasted too, but she didn’t get any porn-star. All in all the night was pretty fun and I was in bed by 10:30 so I could get up go to class this morning and swim practice. Yes, I know very early, but I get so tired from running around all day that I need to sleep by a certain time or I become very incoherent. Speaking of sleep, it is time for my cat nap and then it’s off to writing about Marx and the commodification of health. I still have not fixed the time on this thing, but I’ll get there.
“To international Women’s day and to being a bitch.”