WTF is wrong with my scarf?

I'm trying REALLY, really hard to be a grown up. I turn 28 in less than a month. It's bad enough that I sleep with a pink gingham pillow every night like a toddler and have an extensive carebear collection. I figure when you approach the age where you could BE somebody's mother, you should probably act like a adult yourself. Right? So to increase my maturity level, I have to make up for the food fight I had with myself at the last wedding.

My Christmas gift from my BFF K-dub!

So I took up knitting. My BFF K-dub sent me a beginner's knitting kit for Christmas because she knew I wanted to learn, and it totally worked!

Because obviously, knitting = grownup. You see the logic there?

Soo I've been knitting my face off since I got it, and yesterday I finished my first scarf.

But there is a problem. Why the fuck is it shaped like the state of Florida?

Whomp, whomp.

I ALSO completed this lovely coaster that is comparable to the macaroni crafts that 5-year-olds bring home from daycare:

A coaster.

Obviously, this whole becoming an adult thing is going swimmingly. At least my new addiction to Pinterest has me learning to cook and sew. I'll be a grownup yet, just you wait and see... *shakes fist with menacing frown*

I'm deaf in the right ear.

I'm back, bitches. I'm sure you're all waiting with baited breath to hear how my trip down memory lane was this weekend.

It. Was. AWESOME.

I went back home to the mitten to visit my parents and my college roomie and BFF Kristin.

A short recap on why we are BFFs: we got put in blind freshman year in college. Due to overbooking, we had a third roommate who was supposed to stay in our room until something opened up. We kicked her out before we even met in person, when we decided we were soulmates after a phone conversation during which Kristin informed me that she once threw a refrigerator over a balcony on spring break. Insta-BFFs.

Fast forward 9 years (holy shit!) and we are inseperable, even though we live in different states.

Rockin' out with our 80s gear.

So I went to visit her and catch up. We found ourselves immediately at happy hour on Friday, drinking delicious beers and singing Justin Bieber songs at the top of our cougar lungs.

Saturday, we went to an 80s party that was ah-MAZING. Naturally, we dressed up in our hottest leg warmers and crimped side ponytails for the endeavor. The place had a cover band that played the best 80s songs EVER. We stood in the front row, right in front of a giant speaker--which explains why I still can't hear out of my right ear. Totally worth it.

Awesome 80s band & giant speaker that stole my hearing.

We had an awesome time this weekend, and it was so good to see my lady friend. I missed her terribly. There are some friends you lose touch with over the years, and some that stay stronger than ever. That you can sing Justin Bieber songs with. And wear side ponytails. I am so thankful for those friends.