at sixteen i told myself by my mid-twenties i wanted to have a career and be married with two children. now, at twenty five, i'm just praying my card isn't declined at target.

WTB ...What the Beth?

So, I've been on hiatus. Let's just call it summer break? But school is back in session and so am I. How and ever, I know that you are just DYING to know what cards summer 2016 dealt me. Also, I'm sure the title of this post has peaked your interest, hence you reading. 

Yes, that is my friend Paige, the soon to be Mrs. Zesati you saw in an earlier post. She came down from NYC for her birthday, as you can see by the glorious faces and cocktail. However, that's not where BETH comes from. For some reason the name Paige turned into Beth when our waiter came to sing Happy Birthday. Oy. I am happy to say though that, (after two Jose Cuervo & Grand Marnier margaritas and two Gin & Tonics), allegedly I told Will that Beth would drive me back to Arkansas. Insert my first post about hangovers here. 

Earlier in the summer, I opened EVITA at Olney Theatre Center. Opening night is always fun, but I decided that I would be classy for the occasion. I'm sure you know the end of this story. Class brought me one bottle of Veuve Cliquot, betraying my body at the Greene Turtle until last call, of course a 3 am McDonald's run, and waking up in this fabulous get up the next morning. It was a walk of NO shame.  

Look, I finally figured how size the photo so it doesn't take up the entire page. I'm not going back to change the other if that's what you're wondering. 

Another Friday night this summer, yet again I said I would be classy for the evening, and I found myself at the Town Danceboutique at 3 am. Oh, and I had two shows the next day. The 4th of July I found myself at the Columbia Sheraton taking Jell-O shots with my friend's parents. My 25th birthday I enjoyed my favorite restaurant, Outback Steakhouse, and then polished off a couple bottles of champagne in Baltimore with Will. The next morning I had a hungover brunch alone conveniently around the corner from my high school. 

Yes. School was in session. Life goals. 

So long to the nice sensible sized photos. That lasted long. Also, while I'm in italics summer somehow brought me into this foolish outfit for 'work'. Just figured I would share. 

All in all I had a great summer. Sure, I said I would save money, eat clean, and be a better person. I only made one of those true and I'm sure you know I'm not a millionaire nor do I even have the slightest desire to ever be vegan. I'm a better person because I am trying to be. Going out while you're young and regretting it at work the next day builds CHARACTER. 

Alright that was a stretch even for me. You get my point though right? My life is fun because I make it FUN. Sure I might be broke as hell, but at least I'm getting a good laugh out of it. 

Note: I actually do not laugh about being broke, I laugh because I drink enough to forget that I am in fact broke. See how that works? 

Namaslay. 

 

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