Recruitment is FUN!

So what happened to the bars? Ok, not all sisters would be there if recruitment weren't happening, but some would be...at El Rods? I had the pleasure of visiting just the other day. Ah the joys of Mexican cuisine! Queso is known for a trip to the restroom after a particularly sodium laden meal. Have to say it was pretty delish, considering I only had lettuce, shrimp, avocado, tomato and...onion? Avocado should have been enough to keep me up all night....

but it didn't. Gratefully. But I did have a fiasco with my salad. So when you hear "Chef Salad" what comes to mind? Lettuce, veggies and...not chicken. Thus was my fate, the pescatarian, subjected to land fowl on my plate. Superb. My friends, all of which were male in this particular setting made fun of my dining choice.

"You're such a little rabbit SF. Do you eat?" I don't eat chicken. Yeah. What was I saying? Ah yes, chicken. So after what seemed like an interminable span of time, eating chips and two refills of icewater later, my food arrives, in all it's glory. Small grilled shrimp were generously spread over a bed of succulent lettuce and juicy sliced tomatoes and avocado. Hungry yet? You should be. But I wasn't. After all that time, I had filled up on chips, salsa and agua. Nice. I'd successfully demolished half of my salad and some of my shrimp only to realize the impossible but inevitable truth: I'm not hungry anymore and I can't stuff this delicious meal into my shrinking stomach. Great. And the sad part was, it was actually tasty. After allowing the guys to eat off the rest of my shrimp, I managed to stuff the remainder of the lettuce. I hate that feeling. Why did I subject myself to it...again? It's lettuce I suppose? No harm done. Honestly. Minor bloating for a few hours. Legit. Given my small frame, it's difficult to hide when I eat...anything. So my dining adventure came to a close with my return to the realization that this was one of the last nights I could be out after 9 in such an establishment. Excellent. Welcome to Blacksburg, welcome to Greek life.

Much love,

<3 SF

So, Why the Title?

Well friends, after a pure and uninterrupted 8 months in the DMV (for the noobs that have no idea, it's the D.C. Washington metropolitan area), I've come to experience the world of networking, socializing and playing the "who do you know therefore you're worth my time" game. As a Washington native that was born and raised in the area, name dropping and networking is as important skill as learning to write: you'll survive, but not very well without it. Not that I hadn't experienced the name dropping game until this point, but this time I was in the hot seat. To say the least, just about the only thing that could pull me away is continuing my education here in Blacksburg.

Oh Blacksburg, the tiny Southern town, just a mere shadow in the glow of your neighbor Roanoke. Such prospects are promising. However, the sleepy existence we carry on here is refreshing at times and occasionally a drag. So my friends, as a the pseudo-optimistic creature that I pride myself to be, I have determined to make the best of my circumstances. As a Sophomore here in the goonies, I'm relatively new to the ins and outs of happenings here, especially after my semester away! For cultured, social individuals; what is there to do? Apartment parties? Spare me the boom-box equipped sweat- lodge! What's a girl to do? As my desperate search continues, I'll keep you posted on the social scene as it concerns Fashion, music, networking, socializing and the who's who. Who knew these could exist below the M.D. (Mason-Dixon) Line? : )Let's find out together!

Much love,
<3 SF

(Southern Fashionista)