Well my morning began with my Grams waking me up at 6:28 am. Sick. I despise mornings. I laid in bed for those few precious minutes and then forced myself to get up and take a shower. I despise mornings.
I then proceeded to get ready and after blow drying my hair, I heard my Grandma talking about the weather. In long sentences. I thought that she was talking to herself and got mildly worried/curious. When she went into her bedroom, I took a peek into the kitchen to see if anyone was there. Andrew! He made it. His eyes were starting to glaze over from the lack of sleep but he was there! Kudos to him. Looks like Grams won't be leaving him. (Which is kind of sad because that could have been a fabulous story.)
We then began our voyage. On time! That is a huge accomplishment for my family. On average, we are usually 20 to 60 minutes late. Not even ten minutes into the drive, Andrew started singing "John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt" over and over and over again. I, of course, started chiming in. Over and over and over again. My Aunty Deb started to give us dirty looks through the rear view mirror. Andrew then recalled the song, "This is the Song That Never Ends." This became our new tune and I started adding variations to it. Yes, we are 21 and 22 years old. At this point, Aunty Deb said that she was going to pull over the car and drop us off if we did not shut our traps. (In more or less words) Silence.
I took a quick nap and woke up to Andrew complaining about the sun. He thought that it was SO hot and was having a temper tantrum because he was "dehydrated and his body did not have a way to cool itself down." Oh-my-Lanta. You are complaining about the sun and that is the way you choose to describe it? I was chuckling and gave him a "are you kidding me right now?" look. Then we both started giggling.
It was not long after that when we began rolling into the big city of Seattle. I was not in my party attire so I had to change behind a dumpster. That was fun. I can check that off my list of things I've always wanted to do. Not. The party then began. We surprised Uncle which was fun. 5 cups of sorbet punch, 1 piece of cake, some laughs, some twizzlers I found in my purse, and countless crackers later, it was time to go. Leigh and I left that party to attend another one in Tacoma at the restaurant Indochine. I got Pho Thai. I've had better . . .
Finally, around 8:30 (late of course), we embarked on our voyage South on I-5 toward Salem. Leigh has about a bagillion old cd's that we pulled out and we then started to warm our vocal chords. Some Backstreet Boys, Nelly, Shania, and Celine accompanied us and we arrived in Salem around 12:30 (late of course). COURTNEY TIME! Dropped off Leigh at Courtney's because she was tired, picked up Courtney, and headed to campus to visit my old Roomie. We had a lot of catching up to do. Once I was caught up on all the good ol' Corban gossip, some giggles, chuckles, and snickers later, it was my bedtime and Courtney and I headed back to her townhouse. We then fell asleep to an episode of Friends. It was awesome.
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