"the morning after" birthday

AKA "Molly's birthday nightmare"

This weekend was great. I was really pleasantly surprised at how much more fun it was to turn 27 as compared to 26. What a difference a job makes.

Anyway, I will post again on the festivities this weekend, but I just can't wait to post a little something on the surprise I walked into this morning.

My co-workers (slash) friends (slash) pro-choice bitches definitely pulled one over on me by covering - ney, WALLPAPERING - my cubicle with Beyonce pictures. Yes, Beyonce pictures.**

Behold (um, the images are all around)!

** Everyone knows I don't like Beyonce. What everyone doesn't know is that I may or may not have expressed such dislike (whilst drunk at Cafe Saint Ex, mind you) in a not so nice way (for which I have since apologized). I know I'm being vague, but suffice to say- I don't like her, and I made it known. So now, the joke at work is that I like my celebrities, "skinny- so I can idolize them." How embarrassing (for me).

Just let me marinate

Last night I hosted a party with Charlotte & Lucy... and I'm pretty sure I can say that it kicked ass. No- I know I can say it kicked ass, because it was my ass that it kicked all morning... afternoon... and evening... which brings me to my thrilling and ever so exciting night of blogging, emailing, and studying. Boo to the hiss on that one.

Anyway... I fully intend to write more about it, but like many other things I fully intend to do but never actually do (read: run a marathon, climb mt. everest, publish poetry), who knows if it will happen. I guess you'll just have to wait and see. For now, just let me marinate.

(my co-hosts look cute, no?)