Things That Make Ya Go Ouch...

3 and 1/2 hours of softball practice on Sunday afternoon = Ouch the morning after. And since I didn't know anyone that was going to be at practice yesterday, I started practicing with the completely wrong team. Whoops. Embarassing:)

Dreams

So Friday night I was in the car with Amber after Muse and "We're Not Gonna Take It" by Twisted Sister comes on the radio. And I immediately recall this dream I had in fifth grade where I was making a snowman on the playground and these two popular girls who were twins knocked it down and I started singing this song at them. Kinda funny, right? But what's even funnier is that when we finally get to the Graham residence for some post concert fun, Kerry is singing "We're Not Gonna Take It" on karaoke! Crazy!

Their karaoke machine is best, by the way, because it has a camera that feeds into the TV! It's like you're in your own video! Disclaimer: whatever was heard and/or seen of me in that living room that night will never be done in public. It was pretty horrendous, but fun nonetheless.

Also, know why I'm awesome? Cause I hooked up my own digital cable box all by myself this weekend! I got a free upgrade from Comcast...

Then there was this idiot...

Meatheads at pool throw football into palm tree. King Meathead attempts to climb palm tree barefoot, barechested in swim trunks. King Meathead barely makes it to the top before sliding halfway down and falling the rest of the way into the pool. His chest was all bloody and scraped up. Ew. I wish I had it on video so I could post it on YouTube. It was damn entertaining.

In Blender there was little cartoon about Keith Richards climbing a palm tree. It's actually funny now...

Leaving Las Vegas (Barely)

The weekend got off to a great start as Emily P convinced us to go out out instead of just kind of going out. We are looking fabulous and are heading toward the club Tao in the Venetian when we are stopped by a guy who incidentally asks "Are you ladies going to Tao?" and escorts us past the very long line straight into the club, no cover. Being a girl in Vegas rocks! We danced the night away, got drunk on $10 mixed drinks, and ordered McDs (which is conveniently located in our hotel) before crashing back at the hotel. This was my best night. Because the next evening I stupidly left my wallet on the taxi after dinner and without ID was barred from any further clubbing experiences. Sucked. I spent the night calling cab companies, credit card companies, and waking up my family in Detroit to fax me a copy of my passport, birth certificate, and ss card. I tried to suck it up though and got to the pool bright and early the next morning while the girls slept off their hangovers since they didn't get home til 7 AM! I ended up having a pretty good time despite my mishap and the airport even let me get on the plane with a little extra hassle! And no puking on the plane, yay!

Lock It Up

My crappy bike totally got stolen right out of my backyard sometime in the middle of the night last night. I went outside this morning and the big gate on my big red privacy fence was wide open and my bike was gone. Sucks. Aside from the fact that I've been riding almost everyday, I just feel totally violated. It's disturbing that someone would come into my fenced in property and steal something. How did they even know it was there? I don't know if this is better or worse than when my brand new digital camera got stolen from right around my neck on the metra in Rome. I mean, the camera was worth more, but this is my home, ya know?

At least I have Vegas to look forward to...I can't believe it's only a week away! We're staying at the Monte Carlo. Check it out! I've been doing my homework by watching mtv and vh1 to catch up on what's going on outside of the indie bubble I tend to live within. I also scheduled a manicure/pedicure for next week. It's my first time. I got a gift certificate from my student's parents, should be nice.

I have to take my autism teaching endorsement test on Saturday. I heard it's REALLY tough. I'm going to try to study a little bit because I'm kind of nervous. I tend to do really well on standardized types of tests though so I'm trying not to be too worried.

I got my 3rd issue of Rolling Stone in the mail today and I still have no idea whatsoever why I am getting them. Especially addressed to Sarah Bruce, St. Andrews Hall. Weird.