A Long Update; haven't in while.
Scottish Games were a blast on Saturday; although everybody else (excluding Sam and Caitlin) bought weapons of some sort, I was content to purchase an extraordinarily cute (if I do say so myself) bodice. It's burgandy on one side and brown on the other, as it is reverseable. The drawback is that it basically prevents heavy breathing, and thus, physical activity. But I don't plan to wear it on a regular basis, so I shall be just fine. And it's so darn cute, in an Old World type of way.
The booth from which I bought it was (cleverly) called Past and Peasant. I tried on this cute flowing brown peasant shirt with it, with little mint-colored fabric flowers and ribbon on either side of the v-neck (as the saleslady said, you can leave it open, or tie up the ribbon if you're modest), but didn't have enough money to purchase both. Wearing a simple white tank top underneath the bodice will do for now. More than one woman who worked at the store asked me how old I was. I assured them that I was, in fact, 17, and thus buying a bodice (which, by their nature are inherently uplifting) was not too inapporpriate for my age.
I wanna wear it to school, but I don't know if that's even allowed... Maybe I could get away with it if people considered it a vest? I dunno. It kicks ass, though. And it wasn't too expensive; I've seen much more expensie bodices. There was this entire booth that was selling different types of leather bodices...I rather drooled on Sam when I saw it. But nothing was under $100; obviously, I didn't have enough money, and Sam said he wouldn't loan me money no matter how good it looked on me.
I also danced on a table with Caitlin; that was a lot of fun, although it was quite tiring. I love celtic music! While we were dancing on a table, the guitarist from the band that was performing jumped off the stage and ran over and jumped on the table with us. He complimented our footwork before leaving and going back onstage. Afterwards, Caitlin bought two of their CDs. A good time was had!
When we had all had our fill of Scotts, the rest of the group departed to eat pizza (and lay all their weapons on the table, in the process scaring the other customers) while Sam and I left to hang out a bit. His father ended up taking us to dinner (his younger sister and mother are both on vacation in Tahiti for a wedding). Since I was, well, dressed in a costume unfit for modern society, I borrowed some of his clothes. The pants were incredibly baggy, and the large t-shirt was, well, just that: an overlarge t-shirt. I looked like a tomboy who had stepped out of the 90s (I was wearing black Converse as well, and the pants had holes in both knees). I completely weirded out Sam and his father, which was excellent. After coming back from the resurant (which Sam affectionately refers to as The Joint), we hung out in the computer room. At one point Sam ran his hand along my back, and then exclaimed in alarm that this was his shirt. It was amusing.
On Sunday, I went to Great America with Jessica, Aaron, Miles, Ian, Sam, Sean, Tristan and Chris, for Miles' birthday. After incredible confusion on how to get the 9 of us over to Great America from Niles, our limo (that's right, LIMO! :D ) driver (who was aptly called James) arrived. He was from Miles' dad's company, and we all got to ride in a limo over to Great America. We went on the merry-go-round first (because you simply have to go on a merry-go-round at Great America; the contrast is just too much to pass up), and then decided on the Logger's Run. After that, we went on the Rapids Ride, in which everyone we saw coming off of it was completely soaked, because they all got backed up by the water cannons and were squirted. Since I was the only one wearing a bathing suit, we were slightly worried; Sam claimed that it wouldn't be a problem because the Power of God would protect him from being splashed. Then Sean, a Catholic, claimed that the Power of God would protect him more. Thus, it became a contest to see who would get the least wet; whoever did, had the Power of God on their side. The entire ride, we didn't get one splash. At all. The only thing that got wet was our feet, because of one short little wave. There were two rafts that were stuck next to the cannons, and we passed right by them, to the sound of them yelling frustratedly at us. At the end of the ride, we were so amused. What did this mean? Someone suggested that maybe, it meant that all religions are equal in god's eyes? There was a couple seconds of silence, then we all declared, loudly and in unison, "Nah!"
After that, we decided to try the waterslides in the park, except for Sam, Tristan, and Jessica, who didn't want to get wet. The rest of us all went on this one waterslide called Digiridoo Falls, which wasn't too exciting but was still fun. After that, we all went on Down Under Thunder, which is the best freaking thing ever. It's also about one of the scariest rides I've ever been on. It's this U shape, and you sit in this little raft with one other person, and slide down this very steep slide until it curves up, almost in a 90 degree angle, and then you slide backwards (very fast, I might add) back down the U and to the end of the slide. God, it was wild. But so fun! I mean, you aren't attached to anything. You just...fall. O_O
I went on four roller coasters in total: first the Grizzly, then the Demon, then Vortex, and finally, Top Gun (which is simply the best roller coaster around).
When we were all tired, we went back in the Limo and drove to Pleasanton, by way of McDonald's and Taco Bell (it was time to save some money instead of all the pricey food in the park). Such fun!
...And then on Tuesday, when I was leading the horses in the morning, one of the Fresian mares, Hetcha, broke. a bloody. stall. >.>
She was tied up in front of it, and then started pawing at the stall door. Well, there was this chain hanging in a U shape from the door with a hard plastic covering, on which people hang halters and such. While I was in a different stall getting another horse, she kept rapping on the heavy wooden door. I came out to tell her to quit, and she had gotten her hoof stuck in the chain! Before I could do anything, the entire door came off its rollers (it's a sliding door), and fell on the ground (the mare moved out of the way, but boy, was she freaking out!!!) I tried to calm her down, but in my mind I was thinking, "Shit..." There was a horse in the stall that she had just rendered unuseable. Luckily, she backed up into the stall, effectively preventing the horse that was in it from escaping. A friendly stable worker helped me to prop the broken door up against the wall. Then we put the displaced horse into a stall I had just emptied. I wrote Dan a long note explaining how Hetcha had gone rather psycho and decided to destroy a stall. --__--;; When I went there this morning, it was fixed, so luckily it wasn't broken too badly. But, jesus!
Also: new layout. The only one I could find that has the mood at the beginning of the entry, and displays the lj icon for every individual entry. Woot. Plus, it's purple, my favorite color. You can't go wrong.
The booth from which I bought it was (cleverly) called Past and Peasant. I tried on this cute flowing brown peasant shirt with it, with little mint-colored fabric flowers and ribbon on either side of the v-neck (as the saleslady said, you can leave it open, or tie up the ribbon if you're modest), but didn't have enough money to purchase both. Wearing a simple white tank top underneath the bodice will do for now. More than one woman who worked at the store asked me how old I was. I assured them that I was, in fact, 17, and thus buying a bodice (which, by their nature are inherently uplifting) was not too inapporpriate for my age.
I wanna wear it to school, but I don't know if that's even allowed... Maybe I could get away with it if people considered it a vest? I dunno. It kicks ass, though. And it wasn't too expensive; I've seen much more expensie bodices. There was this entire booth that was selling different types of leather bodices...I rather drooled on Sam when I saw it. But nothing was under $100; obviously, I didn't have enough money, and Sam said he wouldn't loan me money no matter how good it looked on me.
I also danced on a table with Caitlin; that was a lot of fun, although it was quite tiring. I love celtic music! While we were dancing on a table, the guitarist from the band that was performing jumped off the stage and ran over and jumped on the table with us. He complimented our footwork before leaving and going back onstage. Afterwards, Caitlin bought two of their CDs. A good time was had!
When we had all had our fill of Scotts, the rest of the group departed to eat pizza (and lay all their weapons on the table, in the process scaring the other customers) while Sam and I left to hang out a bit. His father ended up taking us to dinner (his younger sister and mother are both on vacation in Tahiti for a wedding). Since I was, well, dressed in a costume unfit for modern society, I borrowed some of his clothes. The pants were incredibly baggy, and the large t-shirt was, well, just that: an overlarge t-shirt. I looked like a tomboy who had stepped out of the 90s (I was wearing black Converse as well, and the pants had holes in both knees). I completely weirded out Sam and his father, which was excellent. After coming back from the resurant (which Sam affectionately refers to as The Joint), we hung out in the computer room. At one point Sam ran his hand along my back, and then exclaimed in alarm that this was his shirt. It was amusing.
On Sunday, I went to Great America with Jessica, Aaron, Miles, Ian, Sam, Sean, Tristan and Chris, for Miles' birthday. After incredible confusion on how to get the 9 of us over to Great America from Niles, our limo (that's right, LIMO! :D ) driver (who was aptly called James) arrived. He was from Miles' dad's company, and we all got to ride in a limo over to Great America. We went on the merry-go-round first (because you simply have to go on a merry-go-round at Great America; the contrast is just too much to pass up), and then decided on the Logger's Run. After that, we went on the Rapids Ride, in which everyone we saw coming off of it was completely soaked, because they all got backed up by the water cannons and were squirted. Since I was the only one wearing a bathing suit, we were slightly worried; Sam claimed that it wouldn't be a problem because the Power of God would protect him from being splashed. Then Sean, a Catholic, claimed that the Power of God would protect him more. Thus, it became a contest to see who would get the least wet; whoever did, had the Power of God on their side. The entire ride, we didn't get one splash. At all. The only thing that got wet was our feet, because of one short little wave. There were two rafts that were stuck next to the cannons, and we passed right by them, to the sound of them yelling frustratedly at us. At the end of the ride, we were so amused. What did this mean? Someone suggested that maybe, it meant that all religions are equal in god's eyes? There was a couple seconds of silence, then we all declared, loudly and in unison, "Nah!"
After that, we decided to try the waterslides in the park, except for Sam, Tristan, and Jessica, who didn't want to get wet. The rest of us all went on this one waterslide called Digiridoo Falls, which wasn't too exciting but was still fun. After that, we all went on Down Under Thunder, which is the best freaking thing ever. It's also about one of the scariest rides I've ever been on. It's this U shape, and you sit in this little raft with one other person, and slide down this very steep slide until it curves up, almost in a 90 degree angle, and then you slide backwards (very fast, I might add) back down the U and to the end of the slide. God, it was wild. But so fun! I mean, you aren't attached to anything. You just...fall. O_O
I went on four roller coasters in total: first the Grizzly, then the Demon, then Vortex, and finally, Top Gun (which is simply the best roller coaster around).
When we were all tired, we went back in the Limo and drove to Pleasanton, by way of McDonald's and Taco Bell (it was time to save some money instead of all the pricey food in the park). Such fun!
...And then on Tuesday, when I was leading the horses in the morning, one of the Fresian mares, Hetcha, broke. a bloody. stall. >.>
She was tied up in front of it, and then started pawing at the stall door. Well, there was this chain hanging in a U shape from the door with a hard plastic covering, on which people hang halters and such. While I was in a different stall getting another horse, she kept rapping on the heavy wooden door. I came out to tell her to quit, and she had gotten her hoof stuck in the chain! Before I could do anything, the entire door came off its rollers (it's a sliding door), and fell on the ground (the mare moved out of the way, but boy, was she freaking out!!!) I tried to calm her down, but in my mind I was thinking, "Shit..." There was a horse in the stall that she had just rendered unuseable. Luckily, she backed up into the stall, effectively preventing the horse that was in it from escaping. A friendly stable worker helped me to prop the broken door up against the wall. Then we put the displaced horse into a stall I had just emptied. I wrote Dan a long note explaining how Hetcha had gone rather psycho and decided to destroy a stall. --__--;; When I went there this morning, it was fixed, so luckily it wasn't broken too badly. But, jesus!
Also: new layout. The only one I could find that has the mood at the beginning of the entry, and displays the lj icon for every individual entry. Woot. Plus, it's purple, my favorite color. You can't go wrong.