Oh you good girl.

Greetings! Well the weekend came and left so quickly. I had a wonderful time hanging out with my friends. On Friday, I experienced my first party bus for my friend and roommate, Ari's 21st birthday. It was quite the experience to say the least. The bus packed nearly 50 of us on it and from what I can remember (and from the numerous pictures I took), it was one hell of a night. Although I did only make it to one bar- I'm blaming this one of Sir. Sailor Jerry (sometimes better known as Jailor Serry to my friends and me). I will take partial blame as well though. One of my good friends, Rachel and I opened the bottle and lost the cap after taking the first shot so we declared that we now must finish this bottle since it's top went M.I.A. No worries though, the booze was shared among many, not just us. Thank goodness. It was a great night even though I didn't make it out too long- a very successful first party bus in my eyes. Although I was in a different state of mind, there were some moments that stuck out for me. There were a bunch of football players on our bus and they were acting just as usual collegiate athletes do: douche bags. There were four or so who tried getting me to do shots with them, when clearly my mind was not in any way, shape, or form to do anymore. They were just skeezy and gross, kind of reminded me of my days in Europe when my friends and I would get hit on every other minute when we walked outside. Except Europeans (and I'm not stereotyping- these are all kinds of men from Italians, Spaniards, Greeks, Dutch, you name it) have a different way of hitting on the ladies. First off, they are VERY forward. For instance, if you dance with a Spaniard at a club or bar, they automatically think that you're going to have sex with them. Um, no gracias! But it's SO true, and utterly disgusting. I miss Europe so much but not the whole getting hit on (aka basically harassed) by every other European you encounter. The way Europeans hit on Americans is really funny though. Now this happened to me in probably every country I went to, maybe minus Ireland but I did have a lot of Guinness and Jameson when I was there so I could be wrong. My friends and I would walk by a group of guys and they'd shout "hey good girls!" or "how are you good girls?" or "you are SUCH good girls!" I'm not kidding this was real: all the effing time. Why? I will never know. One story that sticks out in my mind was when I was in Amsterdam. Okay so my friends and I are in Amsterdam so clearly we visited many coffee shops and visited historical sites and such. Evidently, we found ourselves to be a lot more hungry than usual (so odd). While we were in an ice cream place (at least I think it was an ice cream place, my memory is a bit blurry for some reason) and it was raining. My friend Ronya was wearing her scarf over her head and it looked somewhat like a makeshift berka. The cashier wasn't Dutch, most likely had some middle eastern ethnicity, and he was very intrigued by Ronya. He said: "Oh, I like the way you wear that, you good girl." And being in the state of mind we were all in, my friends and I started laughing. The cashier kind of freaked out and said: "What?! You don't like it when I call you good girl?" Then we all lost it. I had to walk away cause I definitely couldn't keep my composure. My friends and I got our ice cream and booked it out of there. That is just one of the many, many chronicles of "Being Called a 'Good Girl.'" The ironic thing is that my guy friends who studied in my program said that European women would say the same thing except they were called: "good boys" instead. I don't understand it at all and I probably never will. Hey now, I know not all Europeans are grimy- I did make many nice friends too! But some are very sleazy, and in my opinion, worse than Americans. These football guys are definitely an exception to that. Que Asco as we say in Espanol which means how disgusting! Well although these boys were gross, I didn't let them put a damper on my night cause I'm not that girl, clearly. The rest of my weekend was filled with grilling out and day drinking on Saturday followed by more grilling out on Sunday. Summer truly is my favorite season. I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend as well. How was your weekend? Was anyone called a good girl or boy? Lol.... until next time.

Alyce