soldier

what. a. weekend.

wow.

on Friday I got very exciting news. Josh, my army friend, came home! he tried to call me when his plane landed to say "surprise!" but I was already sleeping. the next morning at work a friend from high school home for Easter comes into my work and tells me "I sat next to your friend on the plane. told him I was from Chardon and he says 'this is random, but do you know Cassie Lane?'" -how crazy is that?! they sat next to each other on the plane ride home. totes cray.

anyways, so he invited me to a bar out by his house for a welcome home type of party. it was one hell of a night, to say the least. I didn't get home until about 445am, granted I had an hour drive home after I left, but still. I mean, I haven't seen him since October, and who knows when I'll get to see him again so I took full advantage of the time I had. (June or July, he said.. we'll see.)

I made Carrie come with me.

and my fav picture of the night. of possibly ever.

it was so great seeing him again. I've missed his "barrel chested American freedom fighter" self.

:)

tonight it's bottoms up, Brian's 21st

wow.

what a weekend.

Friday, Brian's 21st birthday celebration. which, to summarize, was unbelievably epic. the whole night was just wow.

there was:
an Indians win.
my cousin trying my vodka and sprite drink claiming it was strong. I told him it wasn't, he said it was, so I made some random guy try it.
me trying to order drinks when I still have drinks that I didn't know I had.
the waitress/bartender giving me new drinks before I even finished the last one, and without me even asking. 
I also knocked over a chair and immediately put my hands up and said "it wasn't me" when clearly it was me.
phone calls. lots of phone calls. mostly to Josh, but a few other people made appearances too.
Fabio.
playing rock, paper, scissors with my cousins.
yelling UConn as loud as I could.
and the drive home/getting into my bed process I have no recollection of, but I guess we stopped at Taco Bell. which I referred to as "the tbell" and Josh knew what I was talking about- win.

that's pretty much all I remember.

Saturday, I woke up with no hangover. which was remarkable considering the amount of alcohol I consumed. and I trekked out to my first Indians game of the year. my friend Erin got free tickets from her work, that were 'loaded' with a free $5 for food, hello nachos.

 

 

the seats were awesome, two rows behind the Indians dugout. (I've sat in those same seats many times before though, when my dad gets the same tickets, from the same work place.) it was a bit cold, and the Indians lost, but it still felt great being back with my boys again. I love my Tribe guys.

after the game it was home for a nap. then I watched Florida lose to UConn and it was amazing. my uncle and I officially tie. which means I have yet to lose against my uncle in our bracket bet.


overall I had an amazing weekend. one of the best weekends I've had in a while. birthday celebration, Indians game, and a tie against my uncle. I'm one happy girl, life is good!

how was your weekend?

"I fucking love being Irish"

that was a direct quote from yours truly. I keep it classy.

anyways, my St Patrick's Day was awesome. I spent it with Randy and Melissa, along with a few of our friends.

we went to a few local bars, the usual stops. drank too much. didn't wear jackets. enjoyed an Irish Breakfast shot. I believe good times were had by all.

here's a few pictures... Melis has a couple more but I don't have access to those yet.

my phone always makes my pictures blurry.

that was my day. how was your St Paddy's Day? do anything fun?

my best friend is twenty-one

wow. what a weekend.

one of my best friends was home from school over the weekend. she finally turned 21 at the end of January, so we were finally able to celebrate. it was one hell of a night.

I have a track record of getting so drunk I puke on my friends birthdays. so I didn't really have high hopes for functioning in a sober manor. this particular night I didn't actually puke though, win! but I did have an extreme amount of alcohol. and I think I died at some point.

the next day (Saturday) I went to work, feeling like death. that was not fun. my boss being the amazing person she is let me leave early. I went home and slept. woke up, ate three chicken nuggets with a glass of apple juice, and then slept some more. woke up, had half a bagel, watched a few movies on tv, and slept on and off until finally deciding to go to sleep. all in all I slept about 14hours.

oh, and I was supposed to go out for my other friends birthday Saturday night. clearly that didn't happen.

anyways, here's how my Friday night looked...

we saw my parents for a few minutes too. (that's dad)

the birthday girl. holler at the blue tongue, courtesy of the fishbowl we drank.

 I wish I had access to this hilarious picture of me and Malone dancing, but sadly I don't.

how was your weekend?