Lady in back of Bike Taxi: "Hola", Cop on beach "You're Welcome"

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Although we all have different career goals, I think it is safe to say that nearly everyone dreams of getting paid to do something that they love/would do for free anyway. This weekend I did just that. While between classes on Friday, I checked my messages and found one from Ashleigh, saying that she had an opportunity for me and to call her back ASAP. I returned her call and was overjoyed to find that she had found me a career opportunity in the highly exclusive field of professional Easter Bunnying. She told me to go to Harbourside the next Morning and find out the details. So that night I went to the beach, to ride my tricycle as usual, met all kinds of crazy people, and watched cops use tazers and cuffs to keep them in line. Afterwards, I stopped by Weezley's and ended up going out for coffee with Reni, Old School, and Paulo. Coffee turned into about three hours of waiting for Old School's Chicken Linguini SanteFe, Paulo's pie, and my "Fruit and Yogurt". When ordering the "Fruit and Yogurt" I had asked the server (who was really a bus boy) what type of fruit came on it, and he replied "Whatever you want". I told him to heap on whatever he had back there. When our food finally came, Old School recieved overcooked garlic bread, noodles, and a few peppers (less than half of the ingredients listed on the menu, and most notably no chicken)and I recieved a cup of Dannon yogurt, like you might find a Publix for about fifty cents. Old School asked one of the waitresses about his food, and got another dish brought to him, but I enjoyed my cup of yogurt and decided that the laugh was worth the higher price. -post to long, skip to morning-. I went to Harbourside and was directly to the bunny suit and put to work. I handed out candy to young and old alike and had quite the time doing so. The higlight of the event was getting my palm read. There was a booth set up giving torrot card and palm readings. Palm readings were ten dollars, so I walked up the the booth, sat down, handed the woman ten dollars and put my palm out. She asked me my name and I spelled E-A-S-T-E... on the table with my paw until she got the Idea that easter bunnies don't talk. She then asked me for my hand and I pointed to my outstretched paw. Realizing that no part of the suit was going to be coming off, she laughed and took my paw. She proceeded to describe me with impressive accuracy. Though she had never seen my face or heard me speak, she told me about myself. Among other things, she said that I was not meant to be alone, and that there was a Mrs. Easter Bunny in my future. So if any of you ladies out there enjoy a good carrot, and have uncontrollable urges to hide eggs, give me a call. -skip to next day- On sunday, I went to Tampa with Ashleigh and Brooklyn (her little sister) to pick up her older sister Sarah. Along the way we stopped at one of the coolest buildings I have ever seen and looked at LIVE BABY TURTLES. On the way back, we also stopped in Gibsonton to look for Carnies, but it seems the Carnival was out and about that day (although I will say that even with out the Carnies, Gibsonton is a strange little area). Congratulations if you read all of this post, because It's a doosey (lengthwise that is). Come see me for your Good Readerer Award.

P.S. Skating with Kevin Reynolds is fun. When I skate with him, I know that If I skate good, he will get juiced and skate good to, and that motivates me. Thank you KR for loving rollerblading and for getting Juiced. Juice is life Suckaaaaaaaaa.