The Good, The Bad and Midterms (2/06)

Much of winter break and all of our time since returning to school has been spent whipping each other into a frenzy about landing a summer internship. No talk of classes, social lives, politics or weather (well, maybe a little... Its COLD!!!) - its all about the J-O-B, baby.

So far I've interviewed with five companies...which brings me to THE BAD. I've been "dinged" (that's b-school speak for REJECTED) by three of them and am about to be dinged by two more early next week. Well, at least that's what its looking like. Rest assured, I'm not the only one in ding-land right now. All my friends are going through the same thing (not sure what that says about my choice of friends, but anyway...) and we've found some nice ways to express ourselves on our Skype/IM mood messages.

A few selections:
--Ding Me Baby One More Time
--Dinga What? Dinga Who?
--Ding Dong The Witch Is Dead
--Gettin Dingy With It
--Can I Get a Ding Ding?
--Proud Citizen of Dingestan

THE GOOD is that I have seven more interviews over the next three weeks and have been told that "it will all work out" by more than one second year. However, the real GOOD news came on Friday when I found out that I was accepted to the exchange program and will study abroad next fall at IESE in Barcelona, Spain. I am ecstatic! And in even more GOOD news, one of my partners in crime will be joining me!

In the midst of all this interviewing and exchange madness, we also had MIDTERMS to deal with. I had the pleasure of being violated by a Full-Reinvestment Average Total Cost Curve (Microeconomics) last Thursday and just finished my Statistics take-home exam about an hour ago. Nothing shouts "amazing social life" like a Stats midterm on a Saturday night... oh, how things have changed! My only consolation this week is that we don't have any problem sets due and have been given the assignment of "watching the Super Bowl" for Advertising Strategy.

Given my extreme dorkiness, I'm signing off to do some prep for interviews. Stay tuned on my future employment prospects! I'll be in touch with some of you shortly to a) ask for a job, b) ask for money, c) ask for pity, d) ask for a spot on your couch for the summer and e) find out when you're coming to Barcelona!

Hello NYC ::: Sullivan Room, Le Souk, Sol, Opus 22, Pacha and the NYE Party Parade (12/05)

To put it mildly, the return to NYC over the holidays was eventful. Below is the PG version - gotta keep it clean for the kids!

12/17 ::: DJ Garth and Keith Walter @ Sullivan Room - The official welcome home party included catwalks, conga lines, punches to tom's face, spankings to boo's ass, voicemails about going to hell in a handbasket and a very ODD combination of people at afties. My homie, Keith provided some wicked beats and Garth did his thing, too. Not a bad way to get things started. Thanks to Nora for saving the day!

12/28 ::: Sanctuary @ LeSouk - Back in city after hanging with the fam and ready to get the weekend started... mind you, it's Wednesday. I met big BLEE there and don't recognize a soul the entire night. The absence of witnesses fuels me to behave inappropriately. Night ends at 3am (hey, come on, it's going to be a long weekend!)

12/29 ::: Stadenco & Low End Specialists @ Sol - Wingo the cat throws a super secret pre-Sol party at Sean & Colleen's apartment despite the fact that they are in San Diego. Stadenco Beats' Chief of Staff seen getting into trouble ... open vodka bar, more vodka, a lost phone, friends getting into trouble, a nasty fall down the stairs (not me!), a lot of ass smacking, Ali trying to buy the advertising space on my back and some crazy, crazy dancing. Oh and something about Sai's cleavage. And that's just Sol. Despite it being a school night, afterhours rages on with Sara and I laughing for at least 2 hours. Stadenco lays down some rockin rekkids as the sun comes up. The day is a blur, but I didn't make it back to Shirley's (aka my home away from home) until .....

12/30 ::: Opus22 & Lawler @ Pacha - Of course WE (aka Nora) won the comps! Day 3, time to rally. After a drink at Opus22, we cruise up to Pacha, NYC's newest mega-club. Lawler drops some funky, electro goodness for a few hours and then Pete Bones takes over and keeps the nastiness flowing. We never did wind up in the booth with Lawler as promised...oh well, but we did stay till the wee hours before deciding it was time for a breakfast of champions...hamburgers! I almost killed the waiter trying to reinact my famous "bus incident" with Lisa from a few years ago. We laugh, we eat, we put Nora's hair in pig tails and throw on tube socks... and we call it a night. In bed before the sunrise and no afties - such good girls, we're so proud! Brunch the next day and y*y* falling from the sky. Ahh, life is good.

12/31 ::: NYE Party Parade aka Stadenco Road Show - I'm very cranky, but somehow manage to rally. Got to watch the ball drop with a great crew of peeps...thx so much to the host and hostess, you guys ROCK! After a few hours of good old fashioned fun, we head across the street to Afterhours Part I and get the play-by-play via text of problems at Sully. Lori keeps us laughing and Joel keeps our asses shakin, but the lights come on and its time to move on. Uptown baby, we gets down baby. Up to 76th for Afterhours Part II. The lasts for a few hours and suddenly we find the lights coming on yet again. Joel tells me he's going home (ha!), I tell him I'm going to Crobar yet somehow 2 hours later, we're reunited at Sully for Afterhours Part III. We get our boogie on, herd the cats and make another move. Afterhours Part IV was located at the scene of a famous 2005 crime (the howells to afterhours to bridal shower debacle). This time some homeless dude makes his way into the party as do some INTERESTING CHARACTERS. Joel plays for hours and hours (who needs Victor!) and in typical fashion, I dance my little thang around Ron’s place until I finally collapse in time to grab my bags and head to the airport. Ahh, good times my friends....good, good times!

Ski Trip to Steamboat, Colorado (12/05)

My first semester in b-school finally came to an end, which was definitely reason to celebrate. After finishing up exams and being greeted with our first major winter storm, we decided to take on Evanston for one last sloppy night out before parting ways for winter break. People were tackled in snow banks, a fire had to be put out at one bar, wallets were lost, snow balls were thrown INSIDE another bar, and yes, I danced on stage while a live band was playing. Let's just say the day after was not pretty.

The good news however, was that 650 of us did not actually have to part ways just yet... that's right, we were off to Steamboat, Colorado for the annual Kellogg ski trip - a week full of fresh powder and debauchery - here we go! The LUCKY ones (that's me) got the direct charter flight into Steamboat which in all honesty was a bit more tame than expected. It must have been the end of term exhaustion and after effects of the last night out that kept the booze hounds from getting too nutty on the plane. We arrived in good spirits and were ready to get the party started! The first major social event was a private concert with Tone Loc and Digital Underground and let's just say I got the week off to a good start. Lots of people were getting pulled on stage all night, but I waited for just the right time to make my move. Basically all the others just got up there and acted like "background dancers" but I proceeded to completely upstage Tone by shaking my ass all over like I was the headliner. He apparently appreciated it because when I backed-my-thang-up into him, he responded by smackin it and singing Wild Thing to me. People are still laughing about that one!

The next big party was The White Party held on the top of the mountain. I must say, I was relatively impressed with the level of participation and of course, I'd been waiting weeks to debut my new white look. DJ Angola of NYC's APT fame was on hand to provide the soundtrack for the evening and despite his better judgment, he played Living on a Prayer to close out the evening.

After The White Party we proceeded back to the condos for an after party, where I found people doing "dunkaroos". Yes, believe it or not, highly intelligent 30-year old MBAs will actually dunk their head into an ice bath just to make a shitty beer hit them harder. *SHAKES HEAD* The party went on for much of the night although only the strong survived till the wee hours. At one point a few of us ladies were "invited" to dance on the kitchen table, but apparently that didn't go too well because a few minutes later I was tackled by some guy and dragged out of the condo kicking. He tossed me on my ass and shut the door. Long story short, we took the party elsewhere, took the next day off from skiing and attended a fabulous kegs and eggs event instead. That night we enjoyed a few lovely hours in some local hot springs and then had an eventful ride back to the resort in a busted up van. Let's just say, we coasted down mountain roads with no lights and no power steering. Not sure how we lived through that one but it helped that we had a van load of girls with terrible voices that were willing to sing their hearts out to pass the time and the discomfort of wet bathing suits.

Skiing was absolutely amazing all week - fresh powder, amazing weather and a great crew that stuck together much of the time and had a blast exploring all sorts of terrain. Ok, enough of the ski talk, let's get back to the fun stuff. I forgot to mention that when we first arrived at our condo we decided to move all of our beds into one room so we could have a slumber-party type environment. And while Bed Island was a hot topic of discussion and a great concept, it only works if you vote the snoring beasts off the island! BLEE!!! The last major social event was the 80s cover band on the last night of the trip. I'm going to keep it short and simple - I threw drinks, crowd-surfed, had a photo shoot in the bathroom, battled danced some second years, recorded a spanking video and watched the sun come up from the hot tub. Enough said. Well, enough for this website at least!

The trip ended with me, KJ and Lolita taking a nap on the airport floor, drinking bloody mary's and me trying to convince the airport employees that I was a celebrity who should be upgraded to first class. And, from what I hear, some of these ridiculous stories and pictures are going to be recounted for all in our school newspaper. Great.