SO I thought I could Dance

A couple of weeks ago I had the chance to go see So You Think You Can Dance tour. Honestly I didn't really follow the show, but I knew there would be some great dancing... I was right.

"FRESH OFF A DESTROYER WITH A DANCE BELT AND A TUBE OF CHAPSTICK"

My Birthday

AWWW BIRTHDAYS... you laugh, you cry, sometimes you throw up fist fulls of blood. Yes, thats right. Blood. (For those of you who are not aware, I pass out at the mere SIGHT of blood.((this has happened in a few episodes of ER... pathetic)). My birthday was friday, keeping with tradition, my dear friend Emily was planning on bringing me out to dinner. Only one problem. She had her wisdom teeth pulled a week prior, and had the wound ripped open to drain her poor dry sockets... JUST the day before. What a trouper, yes? Or mabe an idiot? Just kidding. So Anyway. Me, Charity, Sharon, and Em went to a little place called Garrisons... (Nadine wasn't there mind you, because she was a punk and hanging with her boyfriend... not bitter). Enjoying and appetizer... well not emily because she was still swollen and hadn't eaten in a week. Suddenly, I saw Emily's face snap into alarm. Her face was as white as Nadine's belly in the dead of winter (yes, now i will pick on her), in complete matrix style slow motion she reaches her fingers into her mouth pulling them back out with a fist full of bright red blood. Our eyes meet exchanging two totally different types of terror. Her; my mouth is bleeding... my gaping wound has freshly ripped open... oh the pain! Me; my face is about to plummet into the center of my ghouda cheese and hummus like a fallen pita chip... I do NOT do blood. I stagger a bit ( barely missing my mediterranean platter) sharon and charity quickly escorted emily to the bathroom, where she remained for nearly an hour spitting up blood. I stood outside the bathroom... love and support from afar. What cracked me up was this lady came up to the bathroom, her tone was nearly as sharp as her obnoxious pointy hair... "Umm is this gonna take awhile?" I replied as calmly as possible, "My friend just had her teeth pulled last week, she having problems... mouth ful of blood etc."... Pointy hair; "Well if she just had her teeth pulled she should be at home in bed, why did you take her out?"..... WOW. I wanted to yank out wanna those points with a dull pair of tweezers... hahaha. just kidding. ANyway, we took em home. She is fine! What an adventure yeah? Everyone went home, and nobody showed up to my sisters for cake... so i called it a night. Happy Birthday?

viente tres

Well, it's official. I have been 23 for 8 minutes now! Wow. It feels quite amazing. Not really, its about the same. So, "23" just looks and sounds SO OLD to me. I feel like I stopped at age 20ish. I know you older people are rolling your eyes like, "girl, you are still young.... blah blah blah" I'm also aware you youngens are probably like, dang 23? She is old. I know I'm not old, but this is really weird, I'm definitely not prepared for 23. So my question. For you been there done thats... what were you doing at 23??? Good year for you? I hope so! And the youngens... is 23 that old? What do you hope to have accomplished or be at this time? I'm curious.

"I never woulda thought..."

Do you ever take a step back from your life and wonder... how in the world did I get here? You know one of those Zach Morris moments when everything freezes and you break it down. I'v had these moments when dancing at some random nursing home... tap shoes on freshly polished floors... slipping knock knees... the smell of adult pampers and sugar free koolaid filling my head... the half coherent woman in the front is wheeling circles round the man (speaking in tongues?) throwing napkin pieces at the nurse. I was about 12... that was one of my first, "I never woulda thought" moments...
SO HOW BOUT YALL>? Do you ever just say "timeout", how did I get here? Let me know... I'm sure they are all different AND it could be recent... or as I shared... awhile back.