In the spirit of Janetha, today’s post focuses on a little travel through time, circa 2003-2005ish.
When I first graduated from college back in 2002, I moved back home with my mom and began the daunting task of finding a job. I had a degree in Graphic Design and had big aspirations to do anything from layout to logo design, and to eventually start my own magazine. I sent out about 80 resumes- all over the DC metro area. I had big dreams of living in an apartment in Alexandria. I spent my time (between searching for jobs) dreamily searching for different places to live in that area. In the meantime, I got a job through a temp agency working nights, which was perfect for my then sleep schedule (in which I never woke up before 10 am).
Out of the 80 something resumes that I sent out, I got an interview for two jobs. One wasn’t worth interviewing for, but the other peaked my interest- it was an entry level position at a design firm in Annandale. They offered me the job, but the pay was just way too low (around $24k a year- if you live in NoVa, you know that you couldn’t even pay rent off that amount). After a summer of disappointment on the job front, I thought about going into another field: teaching. In the fall, I began substitute teaching and took an education course at a community college- just to see if it interested me. I decided to enroll to grad school the next semester, which offered all of the classes at night. I got a great full-time job working as a receptionist and moved out into an apartment with a friend in downtown Frederick. Though I was busy with work and school, my weekends were totally free and I was living the party animal lifestyle. I dated a few guys, got together with friends a lot and was as spontaneous as I could possibly be.
I took a lot of road (and plane) trips with my friends to different parts of the country. We were young, obnoxious, and enjoying our lack of responsibility.
I partied in Florida with my friend Sarah:
Yes, that’s me making the awesome pose. We had a habit of taking pictures with meat head guys and just kind of making fun of ourselves.
My friend Katie and I went out all the time… I think this photo was taken in Adams Morgan
We also took an EPIC trip to Vegas. This is one of my favorite pictures ever- it makes me laugh each time I see it.
That was a group of drunken Irish men that kept us entertained for a good hour or two at Harrah’s outdoor party bar (our favorite party spot in Vegas!). I remember the guy in the striped shirt, completely hammered and barely understandable with his accent tried to convince me that we were meant for each other. I think I also told him my name was Katrina and I was a lawyer (we always had alter egos in Vegas!).
My good friend James and I hung out a lot in Baltimore
We also took a (dare I say again- EPIC) road trip up to Boston, along with our friend Lindsay, to meet up with a bunch of friends and go to a concert.
Oh man, that trip will forever go down in history as one of the craziest weekends ever. And yes- I had a tounge ring (I actually had it from 1998-2010!)
Shortly after that, my friend Lindsay and I flew to Buffalo to meet up with those same friends and see the same band play. We even crossed the Canadian border and saw Niagara Falls!
In 2005, the first of my friends got married, and the first of many Bachelorette parties happened:
I graduated that year with my Masters and started teaching in the fall of 2005. And then life completely changed! I had to be in bed early every night and get up at 5:30 am for work each day. By the weekend, I was usually too tired to do much, and certainly wasn’t road-trippin’ with friends all the time. The teaching profession turns you into a morning person real fast, and definitely strips you of your fun night-owl past. My job has definitely changed me, in both good ways and bad. I will be the first to admit that I’m not nearly as “fun” as I was before I started teaching.
Life is great now, for a lot of other reasons that don’t have to do with my old wild partying ways… those are definitely long gone. I have to say though, I would love to go back in time and just have the energy and care-free attitude of my early to mid twenties for one more weekend (and my ability to have more than 2 drinks and not be hungover)! There were a lot of great times, and I’m really happy to say that I definitely lived life to the fullest back then, and have no regrets.
Did you “party” a lot when you were younger? Do you feel like you missed out on anything?