Hello, dear readers (or: friends who I’ve successfully coerced into visiting our humble blog). Brittney is presently gallivanting somewhere near the equator, perhaps with a daiquiri in hand and a few strapping young pool boys at her side. But I’m not bitter. It’s roughly one degree Fahrenheit in Chicago, and I’ve commenced 2010 by hiding out in my room with a mug of tea and a Ghirardelli square as I struggle to understand WordPress.
As mentioned in the first post, we aren’t web gurus. I took a few liberties with the blog theme and it’s looking a little dull right now, but don’t you worry — I’ve got two full weeks to dedicate to the site’s aesthetics before I catch a plane to España.
In the meantime, here’s an actual post to entertain you. That is, if you aren’t already entertained by our fabulous URL. When Brittney sent me the link to the site, I was confused. I braced myself for topless chicks and an abundance of Hawkeye logos (it’s Iowa, after all). I truly did not understand that she sent a link to our blog. My first thought was, “Oh, god. What’s my family going to say about me writing on a ‘Girls Gone Wild’ website?” But then I thought, hell — if the domain name reels in a few more readers (perverts or otherwise), I’m not going to complain. Come one, come all, even pervy Mervs.
Brittney leaves the country soon; next week, I believe? Unfortunately, I have until January 17 to panic about my trip. And I’m a worrier, so don’t doubt that I’ll be panicking. I’m already strung out over plug adapters, finances and horror stories of students who gain 20+ pounds abroad after becoming overzealous about their host culture’s food and booze. I worked at a Spanish restaurant for a summer, so maybe my familiarity with paella and Rioja wines will help to keep my zeal at bay.
So for the next two weeks, I’ll be here. Living at home, without a job, in a foggy haze of voltage converters and pre-departure planning. What does this mean? The pressure’s on Brittney to offer up some interesting posts. You go, girl!
