Typical Austin weekend, in the best way possible. Late night tumble home, I sat on the sidewalk to take off my broken shoes. Bro-dude pulls his truck over and asks if we three lovely ladies need a ride. Taylor C. (whom I affectionately think of as my alter-ego) starts to yell at him for his drunk eyes, his red face, his slurred speech: "You're gross! We didn't need a ride from you!"

Like a little brother, he reached for the insult he thought would sting the most, and yelled "LOSE WEIGHT!" to the (cute, slender) three of us. Melanie thought he said "BRUCE WAYNE!" and was confused the whole way home. I didn't realize Bruce Wayne was Batman's alias, so I was confused for the rest of the weekend.

We've also developed the habit of walking out of restaurants with our plastic tumblers in hand.

"Girls who won't admit that boys are better: they suck the most." - oh, ma couer.