Can You Transfer me to Security?

Oh, how my memory failed me these last few blogs. I haven't even begun to enlighten you about all my car luck.

Labor Day Wknd. Friday- 332p, just got off work, still in scrubs & all. Just me & my poor 1999 little Honda on the road again. Make it 26 miles on the interstate, take my exit (I take the little highway- more scenic). After fillin' her up, I drive away. Temperature gauge is off the charts!! Hot as Hades. Grey smoke everywhere. I pull over into some sketch factory w/ buses and huge tanks. What do I do? I'm just a little 'ole girl? Start dialing numbers to alleviate some of the anxiety. Mom says to pop the hood. NOO, that's international sign for I need help. Seems weird that I say that, but could someone really do to help me? (I had had a mild incident w/ the temp gauge that Monday, & my gracious roommate gave me some Antifreeze.) I drove 1/2 mile down the road, had to pull over for 30+ min, try again, pull over, try again. I finally make it to a post office. It's kind of like I don't want be around anyone b/c I don't want them to offer to help me, & me just say no. Yet, I don't want them to drive by & not offer! I'm thinking, PHEW, I'm okay it's about 5p on Fri, the post office is closed. No sir. Ppl were flying in and outta there! I'm talking to MG on the phone, actively pouring antifreeze into my car, sweating in my purple scrubs. A lady pulls up like she's late for dinner w/ the Pres., throws that Benz into park in a HANDICAP spot (You can prob guess she wasn't handicap.) She approaches me. I begin to think, either she's really late in sending a letter or naturally concerned about her fellow (wo)man. She's on her cell phone too..."Excuse me, excuse me miss, I know you're busy, but can you tell me how to get back to I65?" A little appalled, I tell her how to get there as I'm wiping sweat from my brow. REALLY? I mean really, lady? Just by judging my 1st appearance, do you think I know what I'm doing & you want to ask me for DIRECTIONS?! Hahah. Oh, my life.

Eventually made it to a fire station- it was VOLUNTEEEERR so no one was there!!!!!! What? No one at the fire station? Ludacris! Every guy who stops to help me, I can't help but think they are Ted Bundy. My ride finally shows up 3 1/2 hrs later. I was about 400ft & a curve away from a car garage. Ha. I could have put her in neutral & pushed her there! Wait, who am I kidding? I'd die of a panic attack before that.

Yesterday, walking up the stairs in the parking garage that I lose my car in daily, I pass my car. Turn around, embarrassed, approach that little Racy Honda. Keys in the ignition, but nothing happens when I turn it...sounds like eeeeeeeesssdddeeraa. Oh no. People are walking by & OF COURSE they're looking at me...haha. I toss the anxiety aside & lift the hood. "Operator, can you transfer me to security? My car won't start." "Um, I mean, I can, but he's on another call. It'll be a while."..."That's fine! Thanks." Ummm, so you don't want him to come help me? Should I just walk home? Catch a Grey Hound? Who are these ppl?!!? He drives by w/ these crazy NEON GREEN flashers pointing at me, like is it you that is having trouble? Nooo, I'm just hanging out/soliciting in the Children's Hospital parking garage. Bless him, he really was sweet. Telling me how to get corrosion off my battery. The car starts! Time to hit up Auto Zone. I only know of 1 Auto Zone, happens to not be in the best part of town. I pull up, grab my wallet, LOCK THE DOORS, & walk in. I have just entered the most inner-racial group of ppl per ca pita in the US. (Not that's it's a problem, but there's so many different languages being spoken, & after wiping baby bottoms all day, I was still the cleanest person.) A cute little Mexican helps me. The battery is shot. Dead. No mas.

We go back into the store. I purchase a battery & ask him to install it. That's out of my league. I can check/add antifreeze, oil, water, butttt I really don't need to touch anything else. You remember that I'm pretty much a cluster? As he's working on my car, I can't help but think that he may be illegal, working well over 40hrs/wk to provide for his family, while all in the mix of getting caught up in a gang. (Too much Tru TV for me.) He asks me where I work since I was wearing scrubs. "Children's Hospital." "Ohh, so you work w/ children?" (Hhaah, aw.) "Yeah, I can tell b/c you know ppl who work w/ children are just happy."...I chuckle. He proceeds, "Which I guess is good b/c you don't want angry ppl working w/ children." "This is true." He has to go inside to get scissors b/c his tool bag did not have any. He looks at me, "Will you make sure no one steals my tools?" WHATTTTTTT? STEAL? You better make sure no one steals me!!!!!! I mean, he was serious as can be! Where am I?, I think to myself. Being observant of my surroundings, I'm like freaking radar, catching every little movement!

He also tells me my tires are low. Always something. I added air today, but think I may have put too much. Guess we'll find out tom, if my tires pop while driving down the interstate. haha.

It's probably about time to turn her in for a new one. This time, it would be wise on my part to invest in a SVU, something w/ tires of steel, & taller than most curbs. A dark color in case buggies randomly run into my door. Maybe a Humvee. Buttt w/ a depth perception problem like mine, I need it to comfortably fit in parking spots of all sizes & make sharp curves just fine. We'll see.

You need to see my license? Which one?! Driver's or Nursing?!

I have credentials now!!!! My initials are... M.H., RN, BSN! Yes! As I awaited to take my boards, I developed a few more stomach ulcers and added 10 yrs of stress to my life. I went in on a Monday a.m. Not sure what to expect. I pretty much went through security clearance. I had to take a picture. I wasn't sure if I should smile or not, until I did and the man laughed at me. Typical. So my pic is repulsive in the middle of a look of fret and half-smile. I decided it may be wise to no ask him to retake it. (Remember, Dora is my grandmother, so vanity is an issue).

For the NCLEX, you can have a minimum of 75 - 265 Q's. Everyone I have talked to in my nursing class had 75 Q's. I set myself up for about 90-100 Q's to attempt & decrease my anxiety (Anx- Nursing Abbreviation!). Well, 90 gets there, 100 comes, OH CRAP 200 Q's. I'm too scared to take a break b/c I can't waste 1 second! They wouldn't let me take anything in- no gum, water, tissue. Excuse me!? My nose was running like a freight train, my palms were getting sweaty, and my stomach was SCREAMING at me! 4 1/2 hrs later...I walk out. I just want to crawl out so that I don't have to make eye contact w/ other ppl. I knew they weren't thinking "FOUR HRS? Oh you failed!" Buttttt w/ the bldg being freaking CIA-Pentagon clearance, I had to fingerprint before I left.

2 days of agony; I knew I didn't pass. Everyone was saying, "Sure you did, Megan, you just have bad luck, so that's prob why you had the MAXIMUM amt of Q's" DUH, I have bad luck; that's why I have this blog! I was going to find out at 8a Wed by checking the AL Board of Nursing website. My name isn't up. TIME TO THROW UP. My friend txt me, The system is DOWN!!!!!!!" Not sure when results will be up. Really? I just think that maybe God is just waiting b/c he doesn't want me to be sad yet. 1112 rolls around. I PASSSSSSSSSED!!!!! I did a double take. I kept refreshing the screen to make sure that they hadn't made a mistake! haha!
Yesssssssssssssss!!!! Yipee! Can't believe it. (For the record, just b/c I had 265 Q's, I know I'm going to be a good nurse, so no worries!)

In orientation this week, there are only 3 newly hired nurses. Stinking budget. For those who have never heard my voice, wellll, it's a little on the raspy side. ESP in the a.m. Whoa. I range from sounding like Mini Mouse to a 60 y/o smoker. I start to clear up around noon. The nurse orienting us says, "Megan, do you sing?" Choking on my coffee, "Excuse me? I'm sorrrrrry." "Do you sing?" "OHHH NO." "Really? You sound like you have a voice of a singer." Hhahah. I crack up. I turn to another new nurse and explain I don't really know why I've sounded so hoarse all wk. She replies, 'Oh, you don't always sound like that?" -Murphy's Law.

In gunshot hearing, thief-filled Wal-Mart, MG & I decide to go shopping. There are cops, ambulances, handcuffs. Not surprised anymore. We're in the fancy bread section. I see what appears to be a big tortilla, so I state that exactly. Of course MG has already walked off, so I'm left talking to myself....I thought. This girl corrects me saying that it is "Taaiiiaia bread." (no offense, she was Asian. I could not understand.) "Excuse me?" "It's so-in-so bread. I know. My roommate is Indian" (Coulda guessed that). Oh no, missy, I have some ethnicity to me too! "Oh, it looks my Gma's tortillas." "No, it's so-in-so bread!" Whatever girl! You don't correct me! I don't know you!

Is it bad that I'm blogging to you guys listening to Cher? BABY IT'S ALL OR NOTHING NOWWWW! Just a little greatest hits, mostly from the 80's. When they sent my license to me- they also sent the picture!!!!!! Pretty goofy looking but I don't know if I can throw it away!? And by throw it away, I mean SHRED it! Ha.

Okay, enough is enough! I'm a working girl now, so I need to go pack my lunch for tomorrow. Hahha. Love!

Hey Guys! I know I have abandoned you, but I really have been thinking about you! Every time something embarrassing or funny happens to me (daily), I think about how I need to blog that story! I couldn't even go to sleep last night because of all the things I was trying to remember to blog! Some would say I'm kind of a nerd, but I blame it on OCD.

First things first, I graduated!!!!!!! No more undergraduate nursing school! Hallelujah! Now, just by the Grace of God, I will pass my boards (NCLEX) and have my nursing license. I will be working at Children's Hospital, the only one in Alabama! I consider it a gift to love to work with children AND adults because so many nursing pick one or another. I did my preceptorship (internship) on a Surgical ICU at UAB, working with primarily adults. I loved it, all 225hrs of it in 11 wks.

I won't lie. I struggled in my last class of nursing school- Leadership & Management, partly b/c I was so over school and also because, well just because. I had a ridic teacher. You think that's what they all say. For the past 2yrs, all of my tests have been online, except this class. There were 3 exams, and for the first 2, she didn't have enough copies. She entered the classroom w/ 30 copies, knowing there were 84 students. Of course, with Murphy's Law, I was the last to get an exam both times, heightening my test anxiety. I met with her and approached the topic. She said, "Now, Megan, when your first patient codes, you will get stressed out." OH, how I love UAB. I said, "Correct, but you can control how many copies of the test you print, so really, that has nothing to do with a code."

Anyhow, thank goodness, it's over with! For the first time, I feel pretty accomplished and confident in my knowledge (medical wise, that is). However, the train ride isn't over yet. I have that test still before me. Cross your fingers.

Last Tuesday, after a scrumptious dinner at my sister's and soon to be brother-in-law (YAY!), the guys were picking guitar for my Grandma and I. They were playing the infamous "Last Dance with Mary Jane". My 74 y/o Grandma Dora looks at me and says, "You know 'Mary Jane' is?" I said "Yes ma'am (chuckled)...OHHH that's what this song is about??!" Yep, that was me. BUT, in my defense, in the music video, there is a girl in it, who I always thought was Mary Jane!! HHahha.

Mary Merlot, you remember, my cat, has become quite the Miss Kitty. Beautiful as ever, may be a few lbs heavier, but she'll lose it. She stays inside. Never goes outside. She used to escape, but not anymore. She knows better. Do you think it's bad to keep a cat inside? I've debated the issue. We were sleeping the other day, and every little creek, sound, movement, she got freaked out. Now, you tell me, she's not too much of a scaredy cat to live outside. Eh?

Getting my nails done before a wedding, I notice, my manicurist staring at me. Everyone always tells me that ppl really aren't looking at me as much as I think they are, but this story proves that I am right. First of all, she poured something into her bottled water that resembled what the big black guy from Green Mile expels from his mouth to cure people. Ew. So they speak their language, which is already kind of rude b/c I may not comprehend it, but I pick up on when you're talking about me!! She gets loud talking to another lady- the lady replies laughing- the owner replies with a smile- and someone in the BACK yells back. My lady starts cracking up...hysterically. I look at my mom and mouth they're talking about me! "No, no, they're not" Yeah, she doesn't know anything. The owner man comes to me and asks, "You have your nose fixed?" I look at him in disgust. He asks again. My mom says, "No, she was born that way?" I'm like, "No, this is my real nose." He says, "She just tink it so pritty. Wonder if it fixed? Come up so high." I said, "No, this is my nose, OKAY?" Mom says, "Oh, Megan, she's complimenting you on how high your nose comes up." (Really, Mom?) He says, "Everybaudy get they nose fixed. Like Michael Jackson." Seriously, now? Everyone gets a nose job, and you compare me to MJ? (Rest his soul wherever he may be). In the past 22yrs, no one has ever said I've had a pretty snauze!! Not happy about it, no sir.

A few weeks later, it's time for another pedi and mani before my graduation party. My beautiful family is in from TX (the Hispanic side. I'll tell you Grandma Dora & Grandpa Bill knew what they were doing to create such great offspring). The same lady does my nails. Oh great. At least this time, she didn't have that freaky water that made me think we were about to enter the Matrix. Another lady approaches me with a phone and her ATT phone bill. "You know what tese $7 are for?" (No lady, I don't even know your plan, let alone your name.) She asked me translate for her on a 1-800 call! What a mess my life is. I was not even able to enjoy my pedicure b/c I was too busy translating a stinking ATT phone bill & the Deer Hunting game her son downloaded. Not to sound ill-cultured, but I didn't think Asians hunted deer?? Just saying. She didn't even give me a discount!

Well, I must pack for the weekend. Labor Day! Yipee! Going on an overnight canoe trip! Will return soon since school is over. Enjoy your weekend!

Love!

May 2009!

Hello all! It's been far too long since my last post! I finished up exams, passed my classes (haha), and went to the beach for a few days! I begin my 5th semester of nursing school tomorrow, and will ever so anxiously be counting down the days until August 8!!!!

It's always so hard to get back into the swing of things and master your routine after a few days off. After going through 117+ emails, I was quite shocked at one my dad sent. It was a link to CNN politics. Summary: The National Institutes of Health are paying researchers to cruise bars in Buenos Aires to find out why gay men engage in risky sexual behavior while drunk. Whoa! Really? The researchers are getting paid $400, 000!! So much for the bad economy, eh? I think there are more pertinent things we could be 'researching'. I can tell you what information they're going to get out of that: Gay men tend to be more promiscuous and alcohol consumption makes you lose your inhibition. What happens when more people engage in sexual activity: rise in STDs. The end NIH. They should have hired me!!!

I went home a few weekends ago. Had a great time, of course. We had a family get-together for a cousin's 2nd birthday. This get-together was a little more peculiar though because my mom and dad were there at the same time in the same place. Long overdue. Both sides of my family were there. We all had such a terrific time! Even with drinking involved, mom & dad got along GUREEEEAT! What a pleasant surprise that left me totally content.

On the beautiful beach of Destin, FL, us 5 girls encountered a lot!! I was so excited for J from Philly to get to see the gorgeous water of Destin! One little problem- we were there during a full moon, and doesn't something happen with the gravitational pull and full moon with the ocean?! If not, I definitely like to think so. The first 2 days were stunning...then our 3rd, we walked up to a toothbrush, plastic fork, an onion. plastic containers w/ crustateans, etc. To top things off, some kids beside us that were about our age, pull a box out of the ocean. I'm not sure if it was a box-box, or like a coral-ameoba kind of thing. One guy pulled out an OCTUPUS!!!!!!!!! Yes. I try to uninitiate my gag reflex by seeing this slimy, squidy creature with 8 legs. We all gather around like we're zoology majors. This kid thew it back in the ocean!!! The thing was practically dead, and I was about to get back in that water. Goofball.

B & I walk down to escape the 'ocean fill' (not a land fill, since we were in water). We sipping on a few, playing on the sandbar, getting a tan. Of course, we get approached by an older man. We start to shoot the bull. I tell him about the octupus. He asks if it was still alive, so quick-witted me, I say, "Well, it was definitely on it's last leg." HAHHAHAH. He laughed pretty hard as well! Allllllrrrrrrriiiiight!

The ride down there was a little insane, as well. MG took her last final, and we hopped on the road. Right as we lock our apartment door, a monsoon comes and the bottom falls out. We contemplate running, but then a gravity wave force of wind comes through with thunder/lightning, everything else. 30 minutes later, we get in the car, go to the gas station- the rain stops!!!! Of course. We had to drive 40mph the whole way past Montgomery. I thought it was Armageddon. Two men (65+) pass us on a 2-lane road, neither of them with license plates. Hha. We stop at the gas station before reaching Destin and buy some beer. Well, ole' Tom Thumb likes to scan your ID any and every which way! The machine wasn't reading mine, so he's reluctantly gave it back and sold the beer to me. I said, "Look, it's legit!!" The Tom Tom got us a lost, but eventually, we made it, as frazzled as can be.

To be continued...

We All Put on Our Shoes the Same Way.

Hello again. I'm limited time b/c Saving Grace comes on next!!

If you are unaware, the Top 100 One Hit Wonders came on VH1 for like 3 dys in a row. J & I were watching it singing our little hearts out. "Don't worry, be happy" came on. I exclaim how much I love Bob Marley! Bob Marley doesn't sing that song :(

Saturday clinical 7-7- ew. Pediatric Rotation. I guess I'm spoiled by my unit because it's more acute care and 1-on-1. I'm not impressed by the floor I'm on for 12 hrs! You know, I'm about to graduate come August (HOPEFULLY!), & everyday I'm asked if I know how to make a bed or something ridiculous like that. It was just a annoying day, & I way to easily became cranky. I had to use my nursing judgment and turn the suction from Full Vacuum to Low-Medium. After doing so, the nurse I was with said it was okay for the suctioning to be on the HIGHEST! No, as a matter of fact, it is not okay. I double checked my resources & knowledge of other nurses. Then, after shift change, I have the nurse send me in a room to do all the IV settings/changes. Excuse me, I do not have a license & am not able to change any settings on my own. I hated to be such a Negative Nancy, but I was ready to throw the towel in. I did realize that it's much more difficult to change a dressing using sterile procedure on a baby much more than an adult, though.

It's 2009, & we're all different trying to test our limits. Who can stand out the most? Who can defy others? Reality is history repeats itself, so don't think you're doing anything new (for the most part!) I heard someone say the other day that "Everyone who goes to church is a hypocrite". I see where this is coming from- we all sin, we all do things we're not supposed to, & come together in this religious setting. Again, reality is that we all sin, & God is aware of this; otherwise there wouldn't be as much pain, suffering, & tests in this world in which we live in. This person went on to give an example: "She says she can do anything through Christ, but she still gets beaten by her alcoholic husband." Call me crazy, but from my perspective, this abused wife goes to church & prays. For all we know, she's praying to have the strength to leave. In no way does her getting abused & going to church make her a hypocrite. I've never been in the experience of being beaten, but I know that praying is a key. I'm not trying to be all "Our God & you should go to church." However, I do know that I would not be alive right now without a God & finding my cancer in the nick of time. My parents would not be alive from stupid attempts. My sister wouldn't be able to do all the things she does. I don't attend mass every Sunday, but I'm more spiritual than most.

What else can we be serious about?? Ahhh, I'll save it for another day. Would hate to overload you guys! Have a greaaaaaaat week!

29 Days until my 5th semester of Nursing school!!! YAYAY!

Volume II

Philadelphia, Philly, City of Brotherly Love, Home of the Cheese steak, etc. Things I loved- the houses. We have the beautiful antebellum/plantation-like homes, but most of theirs are made of stone/rock. Thinking of the city's historical past, it's just exciting to think about some of the 1st Americans living in the area, creating the foundation we have today! I am also fond of the 'ristorantes & pizzeria's'. So italiano :).

Let me introduce you to one of the greatest places ever- WaWa. Yes, WaWa. Kind of a weird name; comes from WaWa, PA. It's basically a little mini-mart (a little redundant, I know.) Some have gas, but others are just a convenient store w/ any & everything you need. They serve yummy bagels, flatbreads, hoagies, etc. They even have seafood salad in the cold section. I don't know why they haven't expanded throughout the US. Definitely would be an investment. Then again, they probably want to keep them all for themselves! Rita's -ice*custard*happiness- (slogan). They serve water ice (even more redundant.) Reminds me of shaved ice that we have down here. Soft pretzels- very good. I'm not a fan of mustard on my pretzels, so I ate them plain. I love marina/red sauce, so I loved the pizza.

We toured the city up & down. Went to Comcast- the tallest building in PA. I'm not too impressed w/ skyscrapers, but the view was awesome. You could see all these apartment complexes w/ pools & tennis courts on top. Pretty neat. However, I would be afraid that one intense gust of wind, & I'm a goner. Experienced my first train ride. The first train was an 'ole double decker w/ nice seats. The other one, not so much. Old wood vinyl or whatever that stuff is that old vans used to have in them. hah. I don't know if my anxiety would allow me to commute to & fro on a train by myself.

The Liberty Bell was a bit of a let down. I could have sworn it was a lot bigger than it is. We're at Independence Hall, and I'm looking all over. "Jackie, where's the Bell?!?" "Behind you." "That's a glass shed." "I know, it's in there." Pahhhh. What a misconception.

Listening to some jams headed to the NJ shore, we all sing along to "My prerogative"...I say "Galee, I love Prince!" "Well, that's cool, but Bobby Brown sings this." hahah.

Erin Express- one of the best experiences of my life. It was a St. Patty's celebration in which school buses took you from pub to pub at no cost! The city was drenched in green!!! (Only my favorite color!) We hop on the train to get there...it's packed!! The seats were full & the isles. Ppl were drinking cocktails, beers, & even out of pitchers! I score a seat w/ the 1 guy who's actually going to a real place. I've got a few brewskies myself in my purse. He looks at me, & assures me he won't tell. Plus, there were so many ppl on there that they weren't even taking up money. We engage in what seems to be quite the convo. I learned everything about him. For putting up w/ all of us so graciously, I give him a beer. He tries to return the favor w/ some illegal grass. I get really scared, & say, "No thanks!! I don't smoke!!" Awkward! It was a good thing to get off the train after that.

The Irish-Italian culture is significant! I LOVE IT! It's so much fun to be around ppl who grew up they way I did! In that, I mean, having the same values based on your ethnicity. That sounds weird, complicated, maybe even dumb. I can't explain it really. It just reminds me of every story I've ever heard from my dad's side (Connecticut/Chicago bred!) Every little thing reminded me of my grandparents & supplied my heart w/ a content feeling. Just like my TX trip in November. The culture there is so different, but made me feel right at home, as well. I totally embrace Irish-Mexican Catholic thing I have going on.

Don't get me wrong. I love where I come from. I appreciate Alabama w/ every little piece of my heart. You have the mountains/lakes, flat land, sand, beaches/bays. Variety. I will say it's difficult being Catholic here though. Spend half your days explaining to ppl that you do not worship statues or think that Mary is God. (Brief story: learning about dying in class, my ignorant teacher discusses religions/cultures, that she obviously knew nothing about. Says to a class of 120+, that "the child had been sprinkled Catholic". OH, this got me. I said, "WHAT did YOU just SAY? You mean Christened??" Sprinkled? You freaking sprinkle a cupcake, not a religion.)

Back to Philly. J has 3 brothers, a little different from my 3 sisters. Interesting to see the interaction. All I can say is thank goodness I didn't have brothers, I would have severe complexes. I'm too much of a scaredy cat girl. Her family was great, especially her Grandpop.

I've planned my next visit- Irish weekend on the last wknd in Sept! Yeauh!!

I also find it crazy that Rocky is all over the city, especially considering he's not real. But hey, it's the eye of the tiger...Hahha. I'm a nerd.

Have a good one! Love!

My Last Spring Break!

It is true that school/work consume my life, except for the ridiculously phenomenal VACAY I just got back from! Indeed, I did survive the north. Thank goodness I'm a female because I may not had made it as a guy. I scratched off 3 states on my list last week- NY, NJ, & PA.

I'll brief you on a few things & try not to ramble too much.

Packing was a disaster because ever since I forgot to pack undies on a 5th grade school trip, I over pack!! (Embarrassing, yes.) I had forgotten my suitcases at my dad's house, so J & I shared a big one and two large carry-ons. Mind you, I'm going to buy lots of things during this trip, esp in NYC. After sitting on suitcases to zip them, we head to the airport. I have a slight fear of planes, so I was already jumbled up. One happy pill later & an iPOD, I'm good to go.

It wouldn't be real if things didn't go wrong, hence, Murphy's Law, and unfortunately for my friends, my luck rubbed off. Hopping onto the next plane from Memphis, we don't get to sit together. I cannot have that. I ask a nice man to switch w/ me bc I know I'll have to clutch on to someone I know during ANY little turbulence. He so graciously gives up his seat. Thank you, thank you...wait NO! My freaking seat belt was broken! Then, the stewardess tells me she can "fix" it because it's just a burden to call maintenance. Losing a few more years off my life, I guess she fixed it??? I'm still here.

I cannot remember if I've told you the book I'm reading - I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell. Pretty much the most disgusting, crude, derogatory, repulsive book w/ the foulest language about a young guy's luxurious life of alcohol and babes via journal entries. It's funny though. For some reason, I like it. I would typically be offended. Well, I'm snickering at the book during the whole flight. The older man who had switched seats w/ me leans over to say he's read that book too. A-W-K-W-A-R-D.

We go to NYC..yes! Already have a room booked....and by room, I mean, laundry room. Undoubtedly, it used to be an ANCIENT apt. complex! We had to walk/climb through 2 fire escape doors to get to it! You couldn't even fit a bedside table in b/w the beds! The bathroom was moldy, and the duck-taped furniture had to have been found in an alley. The girl who booked it thinks we can fit 5 GIRLS in there. No ma'am. Three of us walk back down, luggage & all, w/ our heads held high. I am, in fact, better than this. (Not better than much, but definitely that!). We haul our luggage throughout the city, & happily enjoy our stay in a Hampton Inn. One problem- paper thin walls.

After God throwing a fireball at J's head (AKA- fire expelling from her hairdryer), the other hairdryer's coils turn lava red. Reminded me of Home Alone & the way the furnace always lit up in the basement. 3 girls w/ 2 minor explosions, we regress to our 12y/o days- screaming bloody murder. Knock, Knock- noise complaint! Of course, the one w/ the most severe anxiety answers the door. I apologized sincerely & whispered using hand motions the rest of the night!!!

Go to the bars...made lots of friends. Everyone I met, 'surprisingly' had a CEO-like job, had been to Alabama, won the Nobel Prize. They bought us drinks, which were &15/piece, so I didn't care b/c I'm a poor Mexican.

In the cab ride, a girl INSULTS & BELITTLES J & I. Not a fan, not a freaking fan of this broad. I did my best to be congenial & put her in her place w/ her David Yurman on that we all know she's didn't buy. I don't associate w/ ppl like her. They've never really experienced life, worked for anything, much less no anything of any intellect. She had a condo in NYC; she obviously was much better than my Alabamian self.

3:30a.m. approaches, we head back to the room...livid as ever. Now, regressing to our high school yrs, we're yapping like crazy! Ring Ring..."Girls...it's 3:30. Some of us our trying to sleep, or were sleeping." "Ohhh, yes ma'am, sooo sorry! We just got in. Hope you go back to sleep!!" Once again, who answered? ME!!!! We hit up a 24hr diner to finish our high school fest.

In reality, we had the best time ever!! The trip was much needed, & I took it all in. I'll be back soon to tell the rest about Philly!!

Hope everyone had a great St. Patty's Day!!!