Wings Over Buffalo

I finally did it....I tried a Buffalo wing. I'd been promising myself that I would not leave Buffalo without at least eating one. Mom and Fig are in town and they wanted to eat at THE ORIGINAL Buffalo wing place so this was the perfect opportunity for my little experiment. While they were placing their order, I was mentally psyching myself up to eat the wing of the Buffalo. It wasn't going to be bad. I probably still liked the taste of chicken. At least the sauce would be good. They do smell good... The list goes on. I was trying to tell myself anything that would take my mind off the fact that I was about to eat chicken.

As the waitress dumped the platter of wings on the table, I was almost excited. I mean, come on, I was in the home of the Buffalo wing and I was about to taste a part of history. I grabbed my little wing, I duked it in blue cheese dressing, and I took a big ole bite!!

To say that I almost puked in the middle of the table, would be an understatment. I honestly did not think that I would have any sort of reaction to eating meat but oh was I wrong. The minute that I actually tasted chicken, my stomach decided that it hated me. Mom and Fig just stared as my face changed about 5 different colors and I started to gag. Ever so ladylike, I spit the wad of chicken into a napkin and then gulped down about 3 glasses of water. It was an experience that I will not be repeating. I tried the wing and now I'm done.

I have to say that dipping french fries in the hot sauce and blue cheese was pretty darn good.

Love, Love, Love

JAYMAY...listen to her music...so good...

Vera, Welcome to Buffalo

First, I have to say that I don't think that I could have made it this weekend without Lastfm.com. I've been working on my medical school applications and I probably would have gone crazy without Alexi Murdoch radio. Thank you lastfm. I would buy you a drink if you were an actual person.
14...That's the number of secondary applications that I have to finish over the next few days. I thought the first application was bad but now I have to write more essays, answer more questions, and tell every school why I would make an excellent physician. As most of you know, a big part of the reason that I chose my particular grad school program and want to be a doctor is the whole Bryan experience. Do you know how hard it is to re-live the part of my life over and over again? Every essay that I have to write wants to know about some experience that prompted me to pursue a medical career. I was sitting in my apartment the other night and just started crying. I hate to cry. It makes me red and splotchy. Yes, I really want to get into medical school but I REALLY want this whole application process to be over. It's so draining and just all around horrible. As of right now, I have 14 secondary applications and I've completed 3 of them. I don't know if I'll end up finishing them all because I know some of those schools just send you a secondary to get your money. I don't have a favorite school. I just want to get in some place. Is that wrong?

Last night I finally broke down and rented 2 DVDs from RedBox. I think that I've found my new favorite thing. Where else can you rent 2 DVDs for $2? NOWHERE!! I spent my Saturday night with Wendell, a Kashi pizza, knitting, and my movies (I'm not telling you which ones because it's slightly embarrassing for anyone over the age of 12 to watch them). Yes, I am now the most pathetic person on the planet but I enjoyed my night and that's all that matters. Right? Right?

On a slightly disturbing note, I've noticed more and more women in Buffalo carrying the Vera Bradley. I thought that I had escaped this awful trend by moving north of the Mason Dixon line but I guess that it just takes things a little longer to get to Buffalo. Why won't this trend die?!?! Stupid grandma quilt bags...*grumble, grumble*

A Balm to the Soul

Last weekend I escaped to Greenville, SC. What is in Greenville, you ask. The answer... MS. JULIE HOLMBERG. Yep, I ran away from home to visit my favorite blonde (Amy, your hair is fake so you don't count). I honestly felt like Buffalo was closing in on me and the only thing that could cure my yankee claustrophobia was a trip to the homeland. Do you know how nice it is to hear a southern accent when all you're used to the that nasal Buffalo twang? It seriously hurts my ears sometimes. bleeding from the ears....

Julie and I did lots of boring stuff like shopping, thai food, and tennis. I hate the shopping in Buffalo. I can't find any bright colors, the shoes are ugly, and they're selling stuff that went out of style 3 years ago in every other part of the country. I broke my carry-on trying to cram everything into it. I'm not even joking. I also found out that you get a 10% discount at GAP stores if you're a AAA member. Like I need another excuse to shop there :)

All in all it was an amazing weekend and I finally fell in love with Greenville. It only took me 7 years...


This post wouldn't be complete without a quirky G'ville picture. I'm just so glad that I can now get liquored up on Sundays...