Friday, November 7, 2008
my joy!
So I have the next three days off!! Count them three! I am spending them with wonderful friends and my fab family! I am super excited! No work no school! Awwwwwsome!
Sunday, November 2, 2008
california here we come!!
so here is our california adventure in brief form.
we woke up (way early) and headed to a coffee shop to meet my soon to be cousin melissa to study for a test (which i got out of by sheer luck and by having a non-american around, they are so flippen useful!)
any way so we went to take a quick shower and to pick up stephanie daline. and we were on our way. our destination: only Jesus knew. Due south.
Meg was dropped off by her family who are on a seven and a half week vacation around america. All we knew is they were headed to cresent city, california and south. So we did the same thing. it was beautiful and so much fun. we had lots of laughs and good conversations. When we were about maybe two hours away we picked up a hitchhiker named nile. (i know some of you may be discusted with our poor choices, however, its cool because the first thing he said to us was "hey girlfriends" and the first hour of conversation was dedicaited to communs (think hippy without the weed). anyway we drove all the way through mountains and the red woods to cresent city and that is when meg decided to call her family. They told us they were at crater lake.
now please don't judge me, for a few reasons, i had only a few hours of sleep, i had been driving all day, and i was disoreanted with being not in oregon and all. any way my question was "where in california is that?" the gas station attenant that was once fondly looking at me looked both a bit disapainted and my obvious display of being an idiot and annoyed pulled out a huge map of the west coast and pointed while saying, this is portland (way north) this is cresent city ( way south) and this is crater lake (way way east and also quite a bit north) hmmm that is quite a problem.
so what did we do? go to the beach of course. oh and also mexican food. lots of adventures that day. and we went home that night. how exciting.
we woke up (way early) and headed to a coffee shop to meet my soon to be cousin melissa to study for a test (which i got out of by sheer luck and by having a non-american around, they are so flippen useful!)
any way so we went to take a quick shower and to pick up stephanie daline. and we were on our way. our destination: only Jesus knew. Due south.
Meg was dropped off by her family who are on a seven and a half week vacation around america. All we knew is they were headed to cresent city, california and south. So we did the same thing. it was beautiful and so much fun. we had lots of laughs and good conversations. When we were about maybe two hours away we picked up a hitchhiker named nile. (i know some of you may be discusted with our poor choices, however, its cool because the first thing he said to us was "hey girlfriends" and the first hour of conversation was dedicaited to communs (think hippy without the weed). anyway we drove all the way through mountains and the red woods to cresent city and that is when meg decided to call her family. They told us they were at crater lake.
now please don't judge me, for a few reasons, i had only a few hours of sleep, i had been driving all day, and i was disoreanted with being not in oregon and all. any way my question was "where in california is that?" the gas station attenant that was once fondly looking at me looked both a bit disapainted and my obvious display of being an idiot and annoyed pulled out a huge map of the west coast and pointed while saying, this is portland (way north) this is cresent city ( way south) and this is crater lake (way way east and also quite a bit north) hmmm that is quite a problem.
so what did we do? go to the beach of course. oh and also mexican food. lots of adventures that day. and we went home that night. how exciting.
how many times can someone hit the same car?....and get away with it?
So a brief over view of how meg and i california adventure went....
so it started out with meg getting in at like two on monday and me having to leave at two thirty for work...bummer! so i called maria and had her take her out to portland to see the beauty and amazingness which is portland. I was so sad to miss them (i had not seen maria in forever) but was glad that they were going to get to be friends.
Any way i got off work an hour early (i am a very lucky girl) and rush to downtown portland. still in scrubs and getting a bit lost, getting direction from an unlikly source (haha another story entirely) I got there. we were meeting at a coffee place. So as a was expertelly parrell parking I hit the curb "oh crap" i think was my reaction but i was to excited to see both maria and meg that i rushed out of the car. now in the back of my head i was thinking "shoot i did not hit that car right? it is awfully close to me, but i am pretty sure it was the curb i hit". so as i am getting out in my hurry i look at the bar window next to me. i see about eight faces pressed up against the window laughing and pointing at me. dangit! stupid car. so i mime "did i hit that car" using lots of hand gestures. and they just kept laughing. phew! i thought they were just kidding....
so about two hours later a few more stories later i get back with meg in the car and we are headeding home. crash! i hit the car for sure this time. as i get out of the car...rather sheepishly...i look and the same eight faces are looking at my laupghing harder than i would think possible with our afixeating. anyway a guy walks out and says "what is your deal?" at this point i have a few options running through my head, one do i look cute enough to get out of this, answer: no your dirty and have scrubs on. two, is he drunk enough to forget? answer: maybe but he is not smiling. three can i get away with saying i am foreing or at least the fact that meg is from new zealand and she is? answer: yes indeed that is the ticket!
some how we get on the topic of surfing and this same surf spot we go to and then he talks about how he is going to new zealand next week...of course he is.
some how i swing the convo back to his dented car and he just laughs and says well can i get you to come in and have a drink? i would have had six out of pure appriciation if not for meg not being of age, i guess me technically either but yay! for nice people left in the world or maybe just for good drunks :) so the night ended happily with a quick pit stop to vodoo doughnuts and bed.
so it started out with meg getting in at like two on monday and me having to leave at two thirty for work...bummer! so i called maria and had her take her out to portland to see the beauty and amazingness which is portland. I was so sad to miss them (i had not seen maria in forever) but was glad that they were going to get to be friends.
Any way i got off work an hour early (i am a very lucky girl) and rush to downtown portland. still in scrubs and getting a bit lost, getting direction from an unlikly source (haha another story entirely) I got there. we were meeting at a coffee place. So as a was expertelly parrell parking I hit the curb "oh crap" i think was my reaction but i was to excited to see both maria and meg that i rushed out of the car. now in the back of my head i was thinking "shoot i did not hit that car right? it is awfully close to me, but i am pretty sure it was the curb i hit". so as i am getting out in my hurry i look at the bar window next to me. i see about eight faces pressed up against the window laughing and pointing at me. dangit! stupid car. so i mime "did i hit that car" using lots of hand gestures. and they just kept laughing. phew! i thought they were just kidding....
so about two hours later a few more stories later i get back with meg in the car and we are headeding home. crash! i hit the car for sure this time. as i get out of the car...rather sheepishly...i look and the same eight faces are looking at my laupghing harder than i would think possible with our afixeating. anyway a guy walks out and says "what is your deal?" at this point i have a few options running through my head, one do i look cute enough to get out of this, answer: no your dirty and have scrubs on. two, is he drunk enough to forget? answer: maybe but he is not smiling. three can i get away with saying i am foreing or at least the fact that meg is from new zealand and she is? answer: yes indeed that is the ticket!
some how we get on the topic of surfing and this same surf spot we go to and then he talks about how he is going to new zealand next week...of course he is.
some how i swing the convo back to his dented car and he just laughs and says well can i get you to come in and have a drink? i would have had six out of pure appriciation if not for meg not being of age, i guess me technically either but yay! for nice people left in the world or maybe just for good drunks :) so the night ended happily with a quick pit stop to vodoo doughnuts and bed.
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