Homecoming on the Boulevard...No, really.

SMU's homecoming tailgate should have is it's very own fashion week, or day, in this case. It's where the boys put on their very best seersuckers and the girls put on their homecoming dresses. No, really. I'm talking the works: gold sequins, liquid leggings, heels, boots, fancy head pieces, whoa. It was definitely a colorful day on the boulevard.

I never thought I'd see the day where a woman can actually walk in the grass wearing a Christian Lacroix stilleto heeled shoe. It happens at SMU folks and I like it. Elite Dallasites go to SMU's homecoming events to see and be seen in their best, of course.

My weekend was the most "low key but not" weekend ever. I haven't been able to control my liquor intake like this in a while. Friday night was Elise's birthday party we went to dinner and then to McKinney Avenue Tavern for karaoke which was a lot of fun. Then, we ended the night at PM Lounge which was the same crowd.


I did, however, run into an old make out buddy of mine, who is also a family friend (which is totally weird, I know). We made out...again and again...and he actually tried taking me home. Too bad, buddy, I'm just about done with men. I don't think I can handle them any longer. During the day on Saturday was obviously SMU's homecoming and afterwards I went over to my friends very trendy downtown apartment (we will call this man the Britisher) and had a few drinks followed by a long night out. The Britisher and I are good friends and JUST friends (thank God for that) and we decided to meet up another friend, the Mexican and his girlfriend. The Mexican is best friends with Halloween guy and was telling me how he knew he was still in love with his ex wife. Is it bad that I wish she didn't exist? I don't know why I'm still so caught up about this- maybe it's because this is the first time I've ever been rejected. He was such a smooth talker and I should have seen the red flags all over that shit. Ok, enough about him...


It's Friday again and I'm ready for this weekend. I went out last night with my boss and his girlfriend, who is also my close girlfriends and got smashed. Needless to say, I woke up in his bed with his dog gnawing away at my ankle. Stupid weiner dog. I hate that thing...


Yay for Kaskade tomorrow! I'll be there!



Love,


Ana