accept that you have something to offer

Last night I went to what can only be categorized as a rave, think loud electro music packed full of party beats (TG style), beer bongs, so much second hand smoke I thought I was never going to breathe fresh air again and peeing in the bushes. It was both terrifying and exciting, we didn´t get back to Marta´s apartment until 5:30 in the morning (which isn´t actually as bad as it sounds considering we had planned to stay out until 7). I´m glad I agreed to go because I can say I did, but it´s not something I would do again willingly. Marta wanted to go and I didn´t want to be her lame canadian friend, cramping her style and she was gracious enough to spend most of the day taking me on a walking tour around Madrid so I felt I owed her.

Today Marta´s dad, Quico, took me to a town on the mountainside called el Escorial. We went on a tour of a huge monastery that used to be the weekend palace of the Spanish monarchs and all the old kings are entombed there. It was really incredible and afterwards Quico bought me an ice cream, he is awesome.

Edgar's friends are outside daring each other to do backflips and being loud pre-pubescent teenage boys. I thought they were looting my (unlocked) car. I contemplated calling Eric at work to rescue me, but Mackaye is relaxed so I will keep peeking at them out the window until they think me a creep woman and leave.

sweet salmy summer '06 is donezo

four years of driving, HE gets a warning

four months of driving, I get a ticket

oh the IRONY! at least mine is pink

ps

my mom got drunk on her birthday and I explained to her that cows have names for insurance purposes or something. She thought about that for a second, took another swig of wine and said "like Jason?"

most random mother act ever.

at the dollaroo(?) saturday, I read a key chain embroidered with you go girl (spelled u go girl) as ugo girl and laughed out loud.

He is the #2 reason I get out of bed in the morning.

What's #1, you ask...? To pee, duh!

This friday I am going to visit my best friend from childhood. I have not seen or heard from him in six years. He used to sport a mullet. Color me a nervous wreck.

The greats, list 'em, GO!

As of this afternoon, I have joined the ranks of the licensed drivers of the world. Go team!

With a name like "Gospel Gangstaz" what's NOT to love?

My outlook on life is similar to that of a seven-year-old.

I spent the day with my best girl yesterday.
We went to the beach and strolled in the sand then out for greek pizza and mcdonald's soft serve cones.
We decided it felt like a date.
I don't know where I would be without her.

grow up.

The less than stellar result of my first crack at skimboarding:

I was awakened this morning by my twenty-five pound cat's violent sucking on my ear. At the rate he was going, I'm surprised he didn't swallow an earring.

Bye, bye, PEI!

( here comes the bride... )

I (mistakenly) caught the bouquet. Long story short, I was forced to sit in a chair while a nine-year-old boy put the bride's garter up my leg in front of everyone in attendance at the wedding. Hooray for public humiliation and shame!