living like a frat boy

I’ve realized something: I live like a frat boy. Here’s how I came upon this realization. I was shopping for a birthday present for Ms. Adorable. It was her 30th birthday, and I planned a party for her. I wanted to get her a little something. I was going to get her a photography book, since her friends chipped in to get her a camera, and Mr. Adorable got her a lens and some camera equipment. But, all the books I found that were real cool were slightly out of my price range. (I hate being a student sometimes!!) Then I found these really cool/hilarious pint glasses. They’re “demotivational” glasses, with pictures and saying on them. Like, the one with a fish jumping into a bear’s mouth that says “Ambition: the journey of a thousand miles sometimes ends very, very badly.” So funny! It’s a set of 4, all with different sayings and pictures. I knew that Ms. Adorable would think they were hilarious. So, I bought them. I got home and started thinking about it. She’s turning 30. She is very close to getting engaged and married to Mr. Adorable whom she lives with. She’s a successful dentist. She’s an adult. While she would find them amusing, I think they’d end up in the back of her cupboard. They’re the kind of thing that girl’s should make their boyfriends pack up in boxes along with the rest of the fraternity boy paraphernalia. And I love them! I’m going to use them along with my Marilyn Monroe kitsch plates and mugs. They’ll go along well with my foot tall Budweiser bottle which I use as a flower vase. They’ll match the grave-rubbing of Charles Bukowski’s grave which I have framed on my mantle. They’ll be nice along with my various Dia de los Muertos knickknacks which I have strewn about my apartment. All I need is a beer pong table, and I’m ready to start recruiting 20 year old boys for my fraternity. My fridge is sparse, except for the few condiments and Brita water filter. But don't worry, my cupboard is full of Ramen. And I have plenty of rum, wine and other alcoholic beverages. (I do, however, have plenty of chocolate and ice cream which proves that I am a girl) The thing is, I don’t really mind. I can’t imagine not having this stuff around. I don’t want to replace my Budweiser vase with crystal. I don’t want to replace my Bukowski grave-rubbing with a framed picture of flowers. I’d rather have real flowers than pictures of some. I’d rather have real flowers than floral prints on my curtains and furniture. I’d rather have real flowers than flowery wall paper. I’d rather have demotivational glasses that make me laugh than plain glasses just because I should. Bring on the frat boys!