Fashion Advice.

November 14, 2009

I don’t consider myself very fashionable considering, if I had it my way, I’d basically just live in Under Armour sweatpants and hoodies 24/7. However, I have to abide by the fashion rules of Laura.

Me: i’m wearing a red sweatshirt and pink sweatpants. How much do you hate me right now?

Laura: eh sometimes it can be okay

Me: i’m just laying on my bed

Laura: I am wearing skirt with a pajama shirt. I kinda hate myself

Me: i’m glad we’re in the same unfashionable boat. at least i didn’t mix navy blue and black

Laura: that is a friendship deal breaker

Me: i know. i can never do that without picturing you yelling at me. so, it’s never going to happen

Laura: haha glad I put fear in someone

Me: haha, just me. and, i try to transfer for it to other people

Laura: I got a lot of ship people on the band wagon

Me: it’s a cause people can really stand up for

Laura: its easier than saving the world

Me: yeah, leave that to Buffy

Note to the world: Don’t mix navy blue and black. Laura says so.

– Sarah #2


Peer Pressure at its Finest

October 11, 2009

My peep, Amanda, was supposed to run a 5k with me, but she didn’t sign up in time. We figured something out, but then we were faced with the impossible task of making plans to actually run it. Turns out, we have pretty different ideas of how to prepare for a race.

Amanda: maybe you should just come and we could get wasted on friday
Amanda: and then walk it?
Me: HAHAHAh. i’ll consider that.
Amanda: ok cause there is a free concert on friday. i want you to go with me
Me: i’ll think about it
Amanda: either way we are going the decision is to drink or not
Me: well how late is it going to be?
Amanda: late sarah late
Amanda: you are 24 don’t cry me a river
Me: hahaha, maybe i will stay somewhere else
Amanda: no. who will you run with then?
Me: no one. my ipod
Amanda: see you have to go with me
Amanda: wahahahaha

First of all, that’s her evil laugh. Second of all, she was serious. Anyway, I drove down to Amanda’s on Friday night and though it’s supposed to take an hour and a half, it took two and half hours. So, when I walked in the door, Laura and Amanda immediately asked me if I wanted wine and I said yes. Then we had a delicious pasta party and made our way to the Raven’s stadium to pick up our race packets. Laura was wearing blue pajama pants with stars on them. Amanda was wearing pink pajama pants with white polka dots. I was wearing sweatpants. People judged us. A lot.

We spent most of this period of time complaining about how far we had to walk to pick up all our stuff, speculating as to whether the race course would have hills, and trying to figure out who was running the marathon and who wasn’t. After spending half an hour surrounded by hardcore runners whilst dressed in our pajamas, we returned home… where we drank more wine, ate Tostitos and Harry & David dip, and watched E! until midnight when we figured we should probably go to sleep. That’s how we prepared for a race.

Miraculously, Amanda woke up on time and we bid adieu to Laura and left by 6:30am. We got there remarkably early and gathered a mountain of free items; however, we never ate any breakfast other than a free sample of a Dunkin Donuts pumpkin spice latte (delicious). We walked around way too much and finally sat on a curb and judged people’s outfits. Note: Spandex leggings by themselves are not a wise decision. We don’t care what you look like.

DSCF1881 Guess which one of us is actually excited to run.

We watched the marathon take off and planned our own future marathon experience. By this I mean that we already know what we want to wear and it involves pink shoelaces. We lined up at the starting mark and Amanda immediately became excited because the first song on her iPod was Britney which obviously meant good things.

So, we ran. We ran through the ghetto. (I wish I were kidding). We ran through a smell akin to that of Jersey. (Again, I wish I were kidding). We ran through Camden Yards (where I almost threw up from the lack of food). And, at some point, I ran away from Amanda because she stopped running. Then we were done. Amanda saw someone barf. We celebrated by eating a free banana. And I ate free crab soup (Amanda thought it was a gross idea at 10am). And then we drank FREE BEER. Only in Baltimore would you run a race and receive 2 free beers for your effort. We then proceeded to sit down and drink said beers in the middle of a parking lot after perusing the Under Armour store.

DSCF1884 Free Under Armour shirt and free beer equals happiness

Anyway, the race was super fun. Maybe the best one I’ve ever done. And even better because I got to be drunk at 10am. Then, instead of napping like normal people, we proceeded to drink a lot and stay out until 3am. Because that’s the type of runners we are. The ones who don’t take it seriously and drink before AND after running and stay up for 21 hours because we’re on a runner’s high that can only be satiated with alcohol. And cheese fries. That happened.

This story explains how we went from this:


To this:


That’s just how we roll. Next year we’re doing the relay. And we’re going to wear matching outfits. Join us!

– Sarah #2

P.S. Definitely ask Amanda for her version of how the race went. It’s inappropriate and offensive but hilarious.