And once again here I bring my fingers to the key board to update my dear friends and family and the happenings in my whirlwind that I call life. Ok, so I was busy dating this one guy that I met at FHE who moved down here to go to PA School at Midwestern. We broke up 9 weeks after our first date, and it was really hard, but he was just so busy with school and it actually ended up being a huge blessing. Because of Paul I am now motivated again to do what I want and am applying again to Physician Assistant School. Paul and I are still friends and went hiking over Memorial Day with some friends and I'm also pretty good friends with his roommates, so we'll see...stay tuned for further developments.
Last weekend I took off work becasue I'm getting stir crazy again now that I've been here in Phoenix for 6 months, so I went to California and played on the beach and went to Disneyland with my old roommate Katherine Willis and all her friends from the mission and it was just what the doctor ordred. The best experience there was not only getting fried on the beach and trashed by the waves (they always win, trust me) but when I hadn't been feeling very good all day and we went on the Callifornia Screamin three times in a row. As we pulled up to the gate to get off I knew I wasn't going to make it and looked for the nearest trashcan. Katherine asked me if I was ok and just told her plainly that I was going to throw up. Just then they announced that they were having a "technical difficulty" and would be a few more seconds before they could release us. So with the garbage can ten feet away I threw up as the headlock came up, which knocked the vomit into my hair, down my back and onto my crotch. Yes, I threw up on myself in the happiest place on earth and was forced to buy the most expensive tinkerbell nightmare outfit ever just so I could enjoy the rest of the day. How many people can say that? Yeah, I rock.
Then tonight I decided to get a group of friends together, there were about 14 of us in all, and we went country dancing to this place I found online. When we showed up we quickly learned that it was a lesbian bar. And yes of course since we drove over 30 min to get there we decided to stay and while having quiet a fun time trying to remember country moves that I haven't done in 3 years....we got kicked out because of "reverse discrimination". They didn't want us taking away the only place they felt they could be themselves. Because we're trend setters apparently and if we start crashing lesbian country dance bars everyone will start doing it. So we found a "Mariachi Club" down the street and were the only people in the place as we attempted to dance to the crazy music. I love us.
Yep, that is pretty much what is going down in the hood lately, and that my friends is how you live the dream. More exciting stories to follow, don't you worry!
