coloring outside the lines

So I spent this last weekend trying to re-create one of my favorite memories from my sophomore year. While we drove out there we all laughed as we remembered the last time we were all at horseshoe bay. It wasn't until later that I realized that it's impossible to try and re-create a memory from your sophomore year; especially because a 22 year old body definitely does not recover the same way as a 19 year old one (or look the same in a swim suit). 

Our weekend got off to a good start with Rachel talking about how she broke her arm bareback horseback riding at boarding school. The story was so funny because not being an avid horseback rider or apparently having any common sense, I thought that barebacking meant riding a horse naked. So the entire time she is telling the story I was incredibly confused as to why a bunch of girls would want to ride horses naked together and second how awkward it must have been when she fell off and got hurt. I eventually figured out how retarded I am and then this became the on going joke/theme of our weekend. Because let's be honest it's way more funny to think of the story my way. 

Before we got there we stopped at a gas station to buy some beer. I went into the gas station to get it and this guy, we'll call him Cowboy Bill, helped me carry all of the beer to the car because my worthless friends wouldn't get out and help. When I got in Margaret was freaking out saying how cute he was and how we needed to hang out with him later. For some reason I did something very unlike me and gave him our number, told him thanks for the help and to call us later to hang out. I never give anyone I don't know my number. In fact, I usually use the fake name Sarah when I'm approached by a rando. I'm told I need to work on being more friendly to people, which I'm working on. Unfortunately for Cowboy Bill I'm taking baby steps in this new being friendly thing and never answered any of his phone calls/changed my voice mail so he wouldn't know my name. 

The next day was filled with drinking and tubing. Tubing is pretty much the only water sport I can handle since I'm way to uncoordinated for wake boarding or skiing...I mean I pretty much am a ski...let's be honest. I think my favorite part of the day was when we went to the horseshoe bay club and Margaret and Lauren were playing with children in the pool. What kind of parents let 2 really drunk strangers who were swimming in life jackets play with their 4 year old is beyond me. They were probably just happy to have someone else entertain the kids for a while I guess. 

We returned from the lake at about 7 and took a power nap before we continued our evening of dancing and playing board games. At about 1 am we decided we wanted to go swimming again. This some how turned into pretending to be mermaids, which some how meant we needed to skinny dip to do this. Something else that is very unlike me. While the 4 of us were pretending to be mermaids (mainly Martha and Marg who were having races where you had to swim underwater like a mermaid) Margaret said something very interesting to me. 

We were talking about how I had never been skinny dipping and how I had given our number to Cowboy Bill, both things that are not my usual boundary following behavior and she goes "Maybe you should take a left or right once in a while instead of always driving straight. I think you would be good at it." So here's to coloring outside the lines...hopefully there will be more to follow. 

Peer Pressure

So I'm not technologically savvy. It took about 5 minuets for me to even figure out how to post on this thing, which is why I didn't create this blog - Lauren did. And Lauren is probably the only one who is reading it. So hey there Lauren! She told me that I needed to blog for her entertainment. I don't really know why. My life is not interesting. I'm 22 and this is my current profile: I just got out of a serious relationship, haven't graduated from college yet even though 80% of my friends did, don't work, watch about 4 hours of Soap Net a day, got dropped off at a bar a couple of days ago by my mom, and picked up from a bar by my brother last night. But at least I don't drink and drive right? While my other friends are entering the real world with jobs and grown-up relationships I am completely stationary in Waco, Texas. Lately I've been trying to do value added activities to improve this. The first being working out, which has gone well for the past 2 months besides yesterdays 6:15 a.m. cycling class where I was raped by a bike. So now I guess this blog can be another value added activity to my life or at least appease Lauren.

So last night I was lucky enough to get to hang out with people my own age when Margret came in town to visit. We went to piano man, one of the few entertaining things to do in Waco. At piano man I stayed in the back taking tequila shots and chatting. It was fun except for this annoying guy who kept coming up to our table wasted and trying to talk to us. Why is it always the wasted idiots that try and approach my friends and I? Just last week at Lake Brazos the exact same thing happened. I guess that doesn't say much about us. After we got bored we went to Scruffs. The thing about Scruffs is they use way too much ink when they stamp you. Every time I wake up I have ink on my clothes and all over my body. This morning I had what I like to call a Scruffs hickey because I had ink stamped all down my neck. Better than a real hickey though at least it can be removed with nail polish remover and doesn't leave a you with a moral hangover.