Friday night I received a cryptic text message: "Margaritas as big as your head. You won't." My curiosity was piqued, so off I went to find out who, what, when, where and why. By the time the night was over, Alexis & Ben and Robbie & Scott and I had made our way to some little hole in the wall in our neighborhood where we did a whole lot of nothing. I shared my life story with some nice lady that was sitting next to me… and I got to know Scott's roomie, Robbie… but that's about it. I believe some drama ensued toward the end, but I choose to forget.
On Saturday, Erin and I had a hot date at the spa where we got a fabulous package deal... And my hair looked so outstanding! Just like Carrie from Season 6 of "Sex and the City." I'd recommend to anyone.
Next, we hit the Gator hotspot, The Gin Mill. It was loud, obnoxious, crowded and friendly - just like the Swamp! We had a pretty decent time… though the Gators so thoroughly stomped UCF that we stopped high-fiving after the 18th touchdown… my hands started to hurt. Geesh.
The famished roomies, Ben and I headed for a nearby diner at the conclusion of the game… Twenty chocolate chip pancakes, two cheeseburgers, French fries, French toast and several mimosas later… drama ensued… but I choose to forget. Let's just say it involved a homeless lady, a whole lot of hollering and me cowering under the table with my head between my knees. You want further details? Better call me.
The Sabbath rolled around and it was time to do laundry in the evil cave of death… That's how I refer to our laundry room/trash area… pretty sure Jason and Freddy are roommates down there and I'm going to get hacked. Eek. So then I performed my sacred Sunday ritual: Central Park! I read "Wicked" for hours and caught up with mom and RaeRae on the phone… p.s. it's COLD here. I think my lips were turning blue as I tried to look cute in a sundress in the park... next week: long johns!
Sunday evening, Alexis, Ben and I attended Gallery Church and it was great! All the people are so nice, the message was really good and I'm starting to feel like it's my church home! Yay! And they have delicious after-church snacks… like TWINKIES!!!
Back at the ranch, Erin and Kelly sat me down for an intervention. Apparently, I am not allowed to give homeless folks money at night when I am by myself because I could potentially get mugged. Would you believe that never, never occurred to me? Good thing my roommates are hardcore New Yorkers already. I'm such a ditz. Y'all pray for me!
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