Slow Day

Jul 24, 2006 14:03

With much relief, I finally have a slow work day. It's been months, but I've finally caught up. I know it won't last long, but I'm going to enjoy it whilst I can. So... Now for the big news. There is a possiblity (knock on not wood) that I might be moving back to the great northwest. Antoine's interviewing for a fairly lucrative job in the alcoholic juice business, and (if he gets it) we'll be moving. Prolly in the next two months (God willing). I'm really nervous about it. Not the move itself, because I'm really excited about the idea of moving back. I'm nervous about it not coming true and being disappointed. I really have my heart set on moving out west and I'm trying to keep myself from getting too optimistic. I just don't care for the rat race here. It's got me sooo tired. Say a prayer. Cross your fingers. Find a four leaf clover. Rub a rabbits foot. Whatever it is that you do. I really want this to work out.

Moving on... My sister, C.C., had her 21st birthday last week. Literally, all week long. We went out Tuesday night for dinner. We being the family. It was pretty awesome because we just had some cousins move here from Hawaii, so they came too. Then, Friday night, we cruised the mean streets of Annapolis. There were 20 people. It was a pretty motley crew, especially when you throw Antoine and I into the mix. It was a lot of fun, and nobody got too drunk, as we banned the taking of non-mixed shots. At one point we had 20 car bombs lined up on the bar, I wish I'd got a picture of that one. I've never seen anything like it. I could've sent it into Guiness. Maybe they could've used it as a marketing tool or something to immortalize my sister's 21-run. lol And the very last thing we did: Crab Feast! That was Saturday night. it was at the pool I used to lifeguard at. It was really strange. All the kids that I used to sit underneath my chair are lifeguards now. Apparently I'm some sort of living legend there. The scariest lifeguard to ever walk the pool grounds. I chained a kid to the lifeguard chair on Labor Day Weekend at the last whistle, and nobody had seen him stuck there. They found his bones when the pool opened the following summer. Sometimes, late at night, you can hear his pleas for help, and a shadowy figure is seen clinging to the chair. I'm known as Scary Mary. lol... It was nice to know that I'd impacted their lives. And, I thought it was hilarious that they're making up scary stories about me. I should get one of those local celebrity T-Shirts. sike.

yeah... I think that that's about all I've got to say for now.
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