sexual chocolate!

That may have been misleading. There is nothing remotely sexual nor remotely chocolate (unless you count the ice cream) about this post.

Friday night
was pretty laidback. I went with some friends to The Creole Creamery. Four of them attempted the Tchoupitoulas Challenge, and the rest of us were there for moral support.

Wes, Julie, Amelia, and Lauren were all defeated by their sundaes.

Sadly no one succeeded, so after a heavy amount of water and an even heavier amount of quality girl bonding bulimia time, we went to Bruno's to get food and, oddly enough, no drinks. I was surprised by and impressed with the quality of their burgers and cheese fries.

Saturday night
was supposed to be laidback. I was going to study and go to bed early after watching with Peter one of the funniest movies ever. It was on TV so no cussing, but it was still hilarious. I'll give you two hints. The first is the name of this post, and the second is this currency:

Yes, that is Eddie Murphy.

And then Shannon called and announced she was "doing something crazy tonight." My first instinct was coke off a stripper, but she meant that she was going out and drinking. This might not seem like much, but Shannon is usually responsible and whatever. It was Jenna (and coincidentally/auspiciously her boyfriend Jerry's) birthday. They and a bunch of their friends were originally going to Bruno's? Maybe? But we wound up everywhere else. The night began at Fat Harry's, and then proceeded to Delachaise (a lesbian? wine bar), and then danced on to F&M's, and then stumbled into The Palms. It was a fantastic night, and Jenna and Jerry are decidedly the cutest couple ever. In fact, if they weren't so cute, I'd hate them. Just the right amounts of genuine sweetness and bickering sarcasm. We left the bar past five in the morning after way too many drinks and Jenna meeting some guy we're going to call "Scott."

Aurell, JJ, Jerry, Jenna, myself, and Kristin

Sunday night

was mostly recovery. I went to dinner at Mona's with the Pitt St. Pretties, and we debated the issue, "Having sex or being called someone's girlfriend? Which should come first?" No pun intended.

Tonight
was fantastic! Whitney and her friend took on the Tchoupitoulas Challenge, the mountainous ice cream sundae of eight scoops, eight toppings, whipped cream, sprinkles, and cherries. Her friend Emily gave up with an amount left that was something between Amelia and Wes. Miss Walker on the other hand...

33 minutes!

She's amazing and joins Matt and me on the ice cream parlor's plaque.

No, I don't know how I managed or if I'll ever do it again.