Teen Lines and Tilt Tales

Instead of washing my hair this morning, I hit snooze over and over (more than my regular 7 times), laying in bed thinking of ways I could get out of work. Could I be sick?? No, people would just talk behind my back about how I have the 'brown bottle flu'. I hate that phrase so I couldn't have them saying that. Could my dog be sick? No, I've already used that. Did I have to be rushed to the emergency room? I decided to go a different route, now I sat there thinking of jobs I could do from home but actually still be successful.

I'm at work now.

It's Tuesday, the day after the 4th of July. It was a long weekend full of sunbathing, drinking, too much food, too much drinking, and too much researching where each checkpoint in LA was set up. It wasn't a crazy holiday like some in the past. I woke up every morning knowing where I was and who I was next to, which will make my boyfriend happy. Five blondes in a convertible headed down to San Diego on Saturday a.m. and what should be a 2 hour drive made into a 4 hour drive. Along with one of our friends being abnormally drunk from one tilt the trip was a success. We were able to dance, ride in a 'bike cart' around Downtown San Diego, lose Jenna, fall over a curb, eat Subway after hours where Stacie apparently picked up the Arabic language, "I know you're talking about me, I know what you are saying!", fight about one of our friends not having cash, fight about walking instead of cabbing, and learn that Jenna sounded slightly like a lesbian as a child and also had a teen line.

After the weekends events, I've concluded that not only should we have the day after a holiday off of work, but we should have the entire week off. Especially for our nation's holiday. The older I get, the longer I need to recover and the longer it takes me to remember the events of the weekend.

At the gas station where Katie got a long-haired man to come over and take our photo.