Slam-dunked into the concrete

So "The Weekend of Much Anticipation" aka the visit of Joel and Gina was toooons of fun but also included an unintended string of events that negatively impacted my ability to do Saturday night properly.

Friday evening began with DINNER at Amy's (yes, DINNER.) For all the time I spend there I have never actually eaten their food, which I find odd. Waffle fries=delish. We felt it would be inappropriate to commence our evening there right away 9 (at 9pm) so we left to fiesta a bit a Daniel's beforehand.

We made it back pre-line (it ended up being a busy night), Joel extremely upset at not being recognized at the door. He quickly recovered, however, with a Vod Ton in hand. The evening turned very boisterous with a surprise visit from a Chicagoan as well as appearances from many other good friends.

Everyone was having a good time (I think) until it was time to head home. People spread to various meccas of late night dining, dispersing in all directions; Joel tried to head home to 438. While this was occurring I (apparently) found myself outside Amy's with two AIESECers, one of whom tried to give me a piggy back ride.

Now, I'm not sure if you've ever tried to get/give a piggy back ride when both the getter and the giver are severely inebriated, but let me tell you it does not work out well. We're both a little fuzzy on the actual sequence of events, but here is what we've gathered from other sources: Bobby bends down so I can get on his back, Bobby says he's ready, I jump on Bobby's back, Bobby is not in fact ready, Bobby loses his balance, I fly over Bobby's head, my face smashes into the pavement. Now I know I have a slight reputation for shedding a few tears once in awhile, but let me just make everyone aware of this situation where it was COMPLETELY justified.

So there we are, me literally on the ground outside Amy's (maybe Aaron or Josh saw what happened?), bawling and refusing to move. Bobby and Seth have no idea what to do with me, until Daniel comes along. He takes charge, gets me off the ground and attempts to take me home. I, however, will not let him do the taking, refusing to tell him where my house is thus forcing him to follow behind me the 3 blocks home. The entire time I kept yelling "Don't touch me!" (which if you know me is extremely odd) and asking for Joel.

Daniel gets me home where I continue to make a scene, with people getting me an ice pack, trying to calm me down and shooting Daniel dirty looks for being the apparent cause of my extreme distress (obviously this was not in fact the case.) Eventually I am shuffled into bed with the ice pack and pass out.

In retrospect, this was probably not the best course of action for a girl with a concussion, since you are not supposed to sleep directly after getting one. But I did awake in the morning, with a raging headache (which 5 days later is not completely gone) and wounds on my nose and forehead. I was shocked there was no bruising or bumps, or need of stitches or new teeth.

Saturday morning I struggled through an hour of watching the game at Brats before retiring to my bed for the day. Then I rallied like a champ and made it out to Madhatters (downing lots of water) before Joel decided he couldn't overcome his nausea and we got out of that place of earth-shatteringly loud music.

Weekend finished up with Perkins on Sunday morning and good-byes til next weekend.

All in all, not what I expected, but still a solid weekend.

In Summary:

Piggy back rides=bad

Concussions=bad.

Cannot. Wait.

T-2 hours.

Enough. Said. 

I can see Russia from my hoowwse!!

While the thought of Sarah Palin having even the slightest responsibility in leading our nation is terrifying on so many levels, making fun of her these last few weeks has brought me such joy. Watching the SNL skits on repeat has caused me to automatically think 'Tina Fey', even when I see the real Palin. Having conversations (sometimes actually about Palin, sometimes not) entirely in her accent (which I'm pretty good at, coming from Minnesota) has so brightened my life.

As have delightful things like this:






















No, I will no longer be laughing if this terrifying woman is put in charge of our country. But for now, she's fucking hilarious.