This weekend turned out to be a girls-only weekend. Not only that it was a English Education majors weekend. And 66.6% of it was a English teachers weekend.
What do 3 English Education majors do on a 3-day weekend?
I heart Big Foot. And apparently, so does Nic. hehehe
cough up dust from the run
wash grime from our legs and feet after the run
eat steak
munch on loaded potato skins
chow on loaded sweet potatoes
stuff our faces with rolls with cinnamon butter
down 3 bacon and onion ring sliders
consume spinach artichoke dip on pitas
devour caramel waffles and fresh fruit
ingest apple brie omelet with fried potatoes
and have hand-to-mouth "relations" with pancakes for good measure
watch romantic comedies and throw pillows at the TV in disgust.
swim
lay out
nap
hot tub
"J-Dub" (Shan's abbreviation for Jehovah's Witnesses.) We met a few who were in town for a convention. We are not converted, however, as the one dude from the hot tub kept saying "I seen" instead of "I saw" or "I've seen". For English teachers he might as well have spelled "college" wrong (like "collage"). Otherwise, we'd be card-carrying, wet from dunking "J-Dubs" by now. Plus we learned that "J-Dubs" aren't opposed to having a poolside Bud Light. Did not know their policy on drinking, and now we know.
blog
facebook
The thinker.
watch Planet of the Apes
nap some more
shop.
Obi belt
meet cool people. Other than the "J-Dubs", we met a lady in a boutique who lived
in Egypt for many years, and she had some rad rings and a belt that I
wouldn't pay $25 for but I'd sure as hell buy a knock off here for 10 cents cheaper. No, seriously, that's the cheapest one I could find online. Granted, I didn't spend too much time looking for it.
not purchase things and then regret it later. I found a coat that I MUST have.
I couldn't afford it, however, but when I'm famous enough from writing
this blog or from my second novel, they'd send me the coat for free like swag to
Angelina.
purchase things and not regret it later
drink copious amounts of Diet Mt. Dew and vanilla root beer.
text
talk
chat
On a completely unrelated topic, remember
that time I dragged a cat under my car on the interstate for a mile
without realizing it? No? Well, I explain it later, but it did happen. The cat lived. If that
instance were a metaphor for other mistakes in my life, I'd sure hope
that the cat would survive every time.
meet ma'am/the guy at the front desk whose name we can't remember and somehow settled on ma'am. I can't remember why, but it's a fair bet that I can blame Shan.
have thumb wars
Ten bucks on the red watch.
trade SLAP watch innards
purely platonic snuggling. No spooning
made a cricket out of cheap silverware that wasn't stolen from a Greek restaurant. Cross my heart.
Not a cricket, but fun with forks anyway.
kissed a horse with a newspaper face
Can I get some action from the equine section?
Creepy looking bottom half if you ask me. Both me and the horse.
questioned whether the morbidly obese homeless man holding a BIG GULP cup outside of a restaurant really needed money for food. If ever the term "belly spilling out to his knees" applied, this would be the time. I'm quoting Shan. (Uh-oh. Brandi might have something to say about this. But if you were there, Brandi, I swear you would've been a little hesitant to fork over some cash.)
acquired our fair share of mini bottles of orange ginger Bath and Body Works lotion, shampoo, and conditioners
watch E! news
share make-up and lotion
make duck faces
"Duck face"
I'd vacation with these girls any day. I heart you guys.
You should have spooned.
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