I have known Jacqui and Kristina since high school, when we wore dresses on top of jeans and pretended that we were members of a hockey team called the Detroit Red Wings. (Kristina writes about them in her blog!)
Anyway, we started Friday night out with a bang…went to McNulty’s, the classiest of the classiest bars. They gave us free SoCo shots. Jacqui is wearing my Texas sweatshirt. I tried to make her wear my “Engineering Battle Robots for a Better Future” sweatshirt, but she deemed that “too nerdy” and fiercely argued to wear the Texas sweatshirt. Kristina is wearing her own clothes. I am wearing a sweatshirt that I received while participating in a “THANKS FOR DONATING TO THE UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN COLLEGE OF ENGINEERING” rally.
This was like 2 months ago, so we were still in the “I HEART DENARD” phase of our football year. It was a good idea to participate in Untie your Shoelaces like Denard day. Kristina’s shoes are sweet, they are blue and say MICHIGAN in maize on the back. *Covets*
McNulty’s was having a sweatervest party or something. I stumbled on some weirdo boyfriend of my coworker that night. I also stumbled on some roommate of some weirdo dude I went on one date with and then he never called me again, but that’s a different story. Seriously, who hangs out at McNulty’s? THIS GIRL.
We went to the WestSide market and bought crêpes for brunch. We are all wearing Michigan themed stuff in honor of the football game. I’m wearing the scarf that I knitted for myself on the drive to South Bend for the game in September, Jacqui’s wearing her Michigan Squirrels t-shirt (she only joined the club for the t-shirt), and Kristina is wearing her new Michigan fleece. I don’t know why this is turning into a fashion post.
Kristina! That’s a crêpe, not an ice cream cone!
At the Art Museum, looking at the paintings wasn’t enough. Be zombies for me, my little angels of art, be zombies!
Kristina and Jacqui were on the inside looking out while spying on a wedding party attempting to take pictures in the rain. Real stealth. I think that the wedding party looked up at one point and saw us looking at them, but really, what could they do? No one is going to run inside the museum and say, “Stop looking at us!” Really, that would just be immature.
Art makes a girl hungry. And in this case, it made three girls hungry. While waiting to get a table at Melt, we managed to watch the tail end of the Michigan game (read: the last three quarters). It took forever. Then we waited for our food…
And waited…Jacqui was so hungry that she ate her hand! Oh no!
But all’s well that ends well. We had our food and then ate it, too.
Melt is an experience that is not worth the four hours we were there. But the weekend was perfect with my lovely friends :)