so my weekend of love started off on a street called park avenue with a few people you might know.
1. me
2. congresswoman nancy pelosi
3. congressman george miller (he thought i was twelve. most awkward man EVER.)
i will let you guys beleive that he is as funny in person as in real life, don't want to ruin the show for the kids.
so i hung out with those people thursday night, served drinks, wore a 12 year olds dress...the works.
after that i went to a friends house and enjoyed another episode of the office season 4.
"What is it like being single? I like it! I like starting each day with a sense of possibility. And I'm optimistic, because everyday I get a little more desperate. And desperate situations yield the quickest results." well said michael.
friday was prom. i worked all day which resulted in me rushing home to shower, rushing to the shoe store and finding it closed, rushing to payless to buy shoes that i dont even know if i like very much, and rushing to my friends house aka dave and dans to get ready. dave:"come early so you can help me set up" me:"can i get ready there?" dave:"yeah bring your make up and get ready here, that would be fun! :)" so i did just that. and i'll leave the party to your imaginations because you'll probably imagine something better than it was.
the next day was saturday and it had a lot of potential. some friends decided to walk the whole length of manahattan from the bronx bridge on like 225th street all the way to the tip at battery park. 13 miles. they departed at 10:30 and i met up with them at 125th street at 12:30 or something. we walked and walked and walked (...) and walked through central park.
then this kid and his friend showed up on their bicicletas to save the day and take me on a ride. we rode down to columbus circle and ate lunch and enjoyed the weather and eats with all the millions of others who were apparently hibernating all winter. fact:there are 1.3 million folks who live on the island of manhattan fact: 1.8 million import themselves to the city for work school and other daily activities.
chillin with the other million people at union square. by the way, the previous statistics didn't include tourists. what does that put our number at? this is me on daves bike. can i tell you that riding a bike through the streets weaving between people and cars is the scariest thing ever?
this is the person i followed the whole time. what would i do without him.
after we partied at the pier (I asked a local NYPD (WHO I HATE) if there was anywhere i could touch the water and he, being the cocky bi that he was, laughed and said i'd get a disease.) we hustled our bustles to the church to go to stake conference in our hiking gear. good thing oral boy let me use his shirt or i'd really be embarassed.
saturdays activities concluded around 3 am with me taking a not legit taxi home and talking to the driver about being "cath-all-ic" and "mormon". he tried to persuade me to drink because it helps you let loose and have more fun and i told him its bad that you need to drink to have more fun and he laughed. he asked if mormons were allowed to dance. when i said yes he seemed skeptical because i guess in order to dance, you're supposed to drink as well.
the next morning was the concluding sesh of conference. i was late of course but not that mad because it was surprisingly boring. my favorite part was when oscar olaya was asked to come to the front and share his testimony. he didn't know they were going to call. it was the most amazing thing i've ever heard. it was no longer than 2 minutes and him in his very thick accent sat up there and said "I'm leaving my sick father to go on a mission because i KNOW thats what i should be doing and i KNOW that God is here by me. i've never had a harder decision in my life but i know its what i need to do" it was so awesome and shocked everyone, i've never felt the spirit so strong.
after wards, me dave and dan enjoyed ourselves.
so.
weird.
