Memorial Weekend to be Memorialized
Twas' the night before POTC, and all through the house, Piper was pacing, and desperately wanted out. Anywho...I called up my girls and they were all kinda sleepy and the more I thought about it I didn't really want to go out. I was happy to have a stay-in night. The happy stay-in feeling lasted about half an hour and then I wanted to do something spontaneous. My parents are so cute, they offered to take me somewhere. But I have been hanging out with them a fair bit lately and wanted something different. College kids can only hang with their parents for so long. My previous LiveJournal entry mentions a club. I was going to go to the club but canceled because all my hooligan girlfriends were in town and I thought we were going to do something (*this is in reference to the above saga of the stay-in*). Due to their lack in motivation, I found myself free on club night and hoped it wasn't too late to get in on the action. I called up my club-connection (aka Jim from school) and asked if I could still go. He just said, "It is never too late for the club!" LOL So I went! I had such a good time and felt hip and trendy. We went to the Metropolis Night club in the flats. To answer the question as to what shoes did I wear (because that was the problem in the original club post)...I wore cowboy boots! I know that sounds crazy but it looked super cute with the the skirt I wore. Even Jim (who just thinks I am one of the guys) said I looked good. The music was loud! There were lights everywhere! I had glowsticks! What could be better!
One slightly interesting thing occurred though. I was prepared for tons of drunk people and not talking to anyone because they could kidnap me etc. So as I was traveling to the restroom there was a gaggle of men. One stopped me and I was steeling myself up to say no to whatever he wanted. He had a worried expression on his face and a bottle of water in his hand. He said,"Excuse me but I have a sick friend." I must have had this confused look on my face like I am a girl and I am not going into the men's restroom and he quickly said, "It's a girl and I think she is puking. Could you please take her this water and see if she is okay." I said okay and took the water. Then another boy from the same group stopped me and I said I had already heard the whole story. As I was walking in to the restroom, they all yelled she had blonde hair and a little jacket on. So I walked in the room and there was a sofa with a girl who looked like she had twisted her ankle and her two friends were attending to her. More women were by the sinks. Not one was blonde. I thought to myself, "Oh great. Now what? I am not about to yell 'Hey is there a sick girl in here?' The worst that could happen is that I don't find her and scored a free water." As fate would have it a blonde girl in a shirt-jacket looking unhappy came out of a stall and walked to the sinks. I didn't know what to say so I just asked her if she wasn't feeling well. She looked at me with terror and I visibly saw her begin to shake. ( I couldn't blame her because I know that I would be scared if a random person came up to me). I quickly said that some guys outside asked me to check on her and give her water. She then loosened up, smiled, took the water and left. Yay! I saved the day! Okay not really but I at least delivered the water. On the way back to the dance floor I had to pass the same gaggle. They all smiled and one said thank you. It was nice.
The next day was POTC 3 day. I went out with Sarah for dining and bonding. Then we caught up with the rest of the gang for the movie. I liked it. Granted, not as much as the second POTC, but not bad.
Sunday was spent sleeping and recuperating from the two late nights in a row.
Monday is today and it's barely half-over. Who knows what I'll do next?! Whatever it is...I'll have fun!
Happy Memorial Day! Thanks to all the people in the military for serving our country! I know they aren't dead but Memorial Day shouldn't just be about dead people...
One slightly interesting thing occurred though. I was prepared for tons of drunk people and not talking to anyone because they could kidnap me etc. So as I was traveling to the restroom there was a gaggle of men. One stopped me and I was steeling myself up to say no to whatever he wanted. He had a worried expression on his face and a bottle of water in his hand. He said,"Excuse me but I have a sick friend." I must have had this confused look on my face like I am a girl and I am not going into the men's restroom and he quickly said, "It's a girl and I think she is puking. Could you please take her this water and see if she is okay." I said okay and took the water. Then another boy from the same group stopped me and I said I had already heard the whole story. As I was walking in to the restroom, they all yelled she had blonde hair and a little jacket on. So I walked in the room and there was a sofa with a girl who looked like she had twisted her ankle and her two friends were attending to her. More women were by the sinks. Not one was blonde. I thought to myself, "Oh great. Now what? I am not about to yell 'Hey is there a sick girl in here?' The worst that could happen is that I don't find her and scored a free water." As fate would have it a blonde girl in a shirt-jacket looking unhappy came out of a stall and walked to the sinks. I didn't know what to say so I just asked her if she wasn't feeling well. She looked at me with terror and I visibly saw her begin to shake. ( I couldn't blame her because I know that I would be scared if a random person came up to me). I quickly said that some guys outside asked me to check on her and give her water. She then loosened up, smiled, took the water and left. Yay! I saved the day! Okay not really but I at least delivered the water. On the way back to the dance floor I had to pass the same gaggle. They all smiled and one said thank you. It was nice.
The next day was POTC 3 day. I went out with Sarah for dining and bonding. Then we caught up with the rest of the gang for the movie. I liked it. Granted, not as much as the second POTC, but not bad.
Sunday was spent sleeping and recuperating from the two late nights in a row.
Monday is today and it's barely half-over. Who knows what I'll do next?! Whatever it is...I'll have fun!
Happy Memorial Day! Thanks to all the people in the military for serving our country! I know they aren't dead but Memorial Day shouldn't just be about dead people...