Epic Week of Epicness - Recap
Wednesday, Brenna picked me up at the shop and we went swing dancing, immediately followed by a trip to hell. We missed the dance lesson at the CV club, but the old men took Bren under their wing and she was swinging in no time. On the walk home from hell, we spoke in British accents with each-other and convinced a guy that we were foreign. Then we ended up lying in front of the cathedral for at least 45 minutes, appreciating its beauty and talking our fool heads off. We both maintained an impressive level of drunkenness without embarassing ourselves even once - a feat worthy of medals.
Thursday, in the 20 whole minutes it takes to drive to work, we decided that we would throw a party the next day. After work we went to Walmart and jumproped in the aisles even though Brenna was sick, and bought toys and bubbles.
Friday we worked till 6 and then drove all the way to Tiverton to pick up a bubble machine because the party wouldn't have been the same without it. Amazing people showed up, surprising both of us. The universe is a beautiful place, but I still didn't get to sleep till 5 am.
Saturday I was at work from 9 to 5 and then we spent three hours shelling out tolls and getting lost in Boston. When we finally found the bar, we somewhat sleepily rocked out on behalf of Ben's birthday. Then there was terrible swing dancing, jello shots, and cat allergies and we got home at 5 am.
Sunday was the most epic day in history. Couldn't help but wake up before 10, but it was ok. Scott took me to shoot guns, and I may be permenantly scarred in an inappropriate place from a renegade casing that flew down my shirt and lodged itself (still burning) in my bra. Then we drove two hours to a mini mountain which contains an old quarry. Armed with a geiger counter, flashlights, and about an hour's charge in the blacklight, we climbed rocks and searched for Uranium. I found lots and therefore probably have Lukemia now. We mined a bunch of it, and climbed back down the mini mountain lugging massive rocks. Haha. Again, in bed around 3 am.
Monday was my damn day off, and it was spent fighting a horrible cold, but my cousin Chris is here from Cairo, and we bought season one of 24 (as though I've never seen it) and junk food and pulled a mini-marathon of Jack Bauer epicness.
Tuesday was yesterday. Called my bike shop in NOLA and got to talk to Charlie, my boss, who seems to miss me as much as I miss them (which is immensely). Took a wet walk before working my buns off all day. Then John came over and we had a french film festival. Tonguy was pretty good, mine was really only ok because a) it was in french and b) there was a hot goth chick. She was creepy though.
So. This was a fantastic, sleep-deprived week, and I loved every minute of it (barring the sick part). Who knows, if I have many more like it, I might not move back to NOLA in September. It's getting a little bit easier to feel home - a feeling I've missed.
<3
Thursday, in the 20 whole minutes it takes to drive to work, we decided that we would throw a party the next day. After work we went to Walmart and jumproped in the aisles even though Brenna was sick, and bought toys and bubbles.
Friday we worked till 6 and then drove all the way to Tiverton to pick up a bubble machine because the party wouldn't have been the same without it. Amazing people showed up, surprising both of us. The universe is a beautiful place, but I still didn't get to sleep till 5 am.
Saturday I was at work from 9 to 5 and then we spent three hours shelling out tolls and getting lost in Boston. When we finally found the bar, we somewhat sleepily rocked out on behalf of Ben's birthday. Then there was terrible swing dancing, jello shots, and cat allergies and we got home at 5 am.
Sunday was the most epic day in history. Couldn't help but wake up before 10, but it was ok. Scott took me to shoot guns, and I may be permenantly scarred in an inappropriate place from a renegade casing that flew down my shirt and lodged itself (still burning) in my bra. Then we drove two hours to a mini mountain which contains an old quarry. Armed with a geiger counter, flashlights, and about an hour's charge in the blacklight, we climbed rocks and searched for Uranium. I found lots and therefore probably have Lukemia now. We mined a bunch of it, and climbed back down the mini mountain lugging massive rocks. Haha. Again, in bed around 3 am.
Monday was my damn day off, and it was spent fighting a horrible cold, but my cousin Chris is here from Cairo, and we bought season one of 24 (as though I've never seen it) and junk food and pulled a mini-marathon of Jack Bauer epicness.
Tuesday was yesterday. Called my bike shop in NOLA and got to talk to Charlie, my boss, who seems to miss me as much as I miss them (which is immensely). Took a wet walk before working my buns off all day. Then John came over and we had a french film festival. Tonguy was pretty good, mine was really only ok because a) it was in french and b) there was a hot goth chick. She was creepy though.
So. This was a fantastic, sleep-deprived week, and I loved every minute of it (barring the sick part). Who knows, if I have many more like it, I might not move back to NOLA in September. It's getting a little bit easier to feel home - a feeling I've missed.
<3