hey, the thick skin actually works

Before leaving the house yesterday, I didn't really think much of my outfit. I threw on cargos and one of my favorite USC t-shirts--the one that reads, "USC girls rock."

Jesse and I were out pretty much all day yesterday. After attending a party for one of my co-workers in the middle of MD suburbia, we met up with my friends Dave and Enzo and went to the Nats game for our free visors (Jesse really wanted one...I don't think I look my best with a visor on). The Nats lost again so that wasn't very fun. Following the game, we all went to Lauriol Plaza for dinner.

Since Jesse and I were in a vehicle (and the boys had to Metro it), we beat them and waitedfor them in the bar part of the restaurant. While hanging at the bar, I noticed that these guys were looking at me, definitely NOT in a checking out kind of way. Seconds after I noticed them, they started saying (LOUDLY and repeatedly), "USC SUCKS....blah, blah, blah (something purposely inaudible) USC SUCKS." Jesse didn't even notice. If this had happened a week ago, I probably would've just whined about being picked on by random people (if I was drunk, then we would've had a war of words). Instead, I thought, "Stupid Bruins" (I assumed they had gone to UCLA, who else would hate USC so much?), ignored them and continued to drink my delicious frozen strawberry margarita.

I think my thick skin looks good on me.