Check Please

Alright, so I recieved this email from my close friend, Katrina. It was excellent timing since I still have birthday memories fresh in my head. I can relate to most of the 'Clues a Woman Should Call it a Night'. The ones I could not relate to, I am replacing with experiences from recent weeks.
1. you have absolutely no idea where your purse/phone/ID/shirt is.
2. you suddenly have the desire to kick someone's ass, and believe you could do it.
3. The last time you looked in the mirror, you more resembled Nicole Richie than the hottie you were four hours ago.
4. you drop your 2am burrito on the floor, pick it up, and continue eating.
5. you start crying and telling everyone you see that you love them soooo much.
6. There is less than three hours before you need to leave for work.
7. you start finding other engineering majors attractive.
8. The urge to take off articles of clothing, and sing/dance on a table becomes overwhelming.
9. you yell at the bartender for giving you orange juice, because you no longer taste the tequila.
10. you think you are in bed, but it feels strangely like the bathroom floor.
11. you start conversations with "Dont take this the wrong way, but..."
12. you take your shoes off because you believe its their fault you are stumbling.
13. Your friend gets upset with you because you dont remember making out with her.
14. Other people in the room have never seen your version of the body shot.
15. you call your mother at 3am, while sitting on the toilet, and are suprised she was sleeping.
16. you somehow end up sucking whipped cream off the bartenders fingers.
17. you forget your house key and have to call your roomate at 630am.
18. when leaving a party, you fall and rip a hole in your nice wool pants, then decide you should catch last call at a local bar.
19. your roomate hides the tequila bottle from you.

Wow, after writing this, alcohol seems a little evil. Anyhow, I hope that I wont have too many things to add in the near future. Drink responsibly.

Nature Child

I have had a very refreshing week. I went up north on Friday to attend the Jazz on the River festival. On Friday night I had a nice dinner with my parents. I always forget how small Sebastopol is...but not for very long. At this fairly nice restaurant, while eating my Halibut and drinking Zin, I see my AP physics teacher, my geeky friend from high school's parents, and a wine snob couple whose wedding I catered. (My geeky friend, Avrey, was co-President of the astronomy club with me, and recieved our class science award at graduation. He is now Captain of the crew team at UCSB...weird). I am pretty sure our server was on the Analy varsity basketball team and the bartender was someone I have partied with. After a lovely dinner and drinks, my mother, family friend Kathy, and Katrina, went to see Vanity Fair. This movie was not good and very slow moving, I do not recommend it, especially to those with a short attention span like me.
The next morning I woke up very sick. It was awful timing since I was very excited for the festival. I ended up not being able to eat or drink for most of the day, and vomitted on the side of a building. We were in the sun for about six hours each day, which did not make me feel any better.
Sunday, however, was very fun. The festival is located on the Russian River in Guernville. It was absolutely gorgeous weather and an awesome crowd. Katrina and I were the only people between the ages of 15 and 30. Everyone there was either Black or a hippie...very chill. I enjoyed winetasting, though there was little selection. I was chosing between two Zins of the same label for my last taste, and inquired about the difference between them. I guess the guy was impressed by my choice, because he gave me a very full glass instead of the standard taste portion. Well, it was either my wine knowledge, or my displayed hardened nipples (we just got out of the river)...not sure which. The prices at the festival were fantastic, a 16 ounce beer was only two dollars. There was a great mix of music: chill jazz, big band, Chaka Kahn. All in all, it was an awesome weekend.
Today I just got back from the great outdoors. I supported a team from REI competing in the 8,000 meter challenge. The challenge involved a 5am start at Mt Baldy, then San Gorgonio, finally three runs of Snow Summit (a ski run, 1200 feet of elevation gain over a mile). It was super fun; I met so many cool people. There was a spaghetti dinner the night before, where we recieved free hydration packs and socks. We slept in the back of the truck at the trailhead. My team was split in two, the three fastest guys were with me, and the other two followed later. My kick-ass driving saved our team half an hour to San Gorgonio. At this mountain I hiked about 11 miles, and chilled reading for a little bit. I also was caught peeing by a very stealthy hiker, who later told people about it. I fulfilled a very feminine role in the challenge. I drove the boys around, made sure they were hydrated and fed, made a beer run, and set up camp. The guys placed 5th, 6th, and 7th, out of 77 participants (about half didnt finish). They finished around 845pm and recieved really nice The North Face vests. I would really like to compete next year. It was an awesome experience and I always appreciate time outside. I am now inspired to start my training regime, since I have been in very poor shape since my broken arm/21st birthday. I guess I should cut down on the drinking also...

Wild Oats

I just had a crazy weekend. Today is my 21st birthday. Saturday night I had a party at my new apartment. It was schoolgirl themed, there was beer pong, body shots, and we played Kings. I attempted a fifth of tequila...not the best idea I have ever had. There is a window of drunkeness where I have an awesome evening. If I drink less than that, I get bored. If I drink more than that, I become this awful person. I get very loud, repetitive, and say inappropriate things. The first thing to go is my coordination...as if I wasn't clumsy enough. I was this person twice this weekend. Unfortunately. I am always embarrassed about the way this person acts, its very contradictory to my personality. I called my mom at 3am that night and ever since my phone doesn't work. Here is the conversation:

"hey, were you asleep?"
"yeah, I am normally asleep at 3am"
"oh, right"
"what are you doing?"
"turning 21!"

Sunday night I didnt even feel like going out. I wanted to use my ID, however, so I thought I would have a drink or two. Somehow, I got trashed. I decided that no matter how cute a pair of heels are, they are not the best idea. I should really wear a helmet, kneepads, and a mouthgaurd when going out. Not very hot though. Well, I guess you cant really change what you have said. If your friends care about you, they will like you anyhow. I feel like I have had my crazy times and am ready to chill out. I feel older, more mature.
By the time my actual birthday occured, I was totally worn out. I went to a family barbeque, had awesome vegan cake, and two drinks with a friend. So lessons were learned, and I think I had some fun.

More quotes:

"You are such an idiot with guys, stop it." -Henry
"...until someone poured salsa all over me." -Cara
On being an engineering female: "The odds are good, but the goods are odd."

The Rasta Prince

So I have moved into my new apartment on Landfair. The building is really cute and I have a parking spot. The three girls I will be living with and one that is living here now, all have boyfriends (I saw one's penis). Being around all these females with attachments made me think...is my magnetic field in the wrong direction? Am I repelling any guy that is boyfriend material? Yes. I have no idea how this happens, I realize missed opportunities after they occur. Here is a very relevant example of how much of a nerd I am.
When Jenny and I couldnt make Reggae On The River this summer, I was forced to sell my tickets two days before the festival. I put up an ad on craigslist, selling the tickets at cost (I think making profit goes against the message of the festival). About a hundred people emailed me in response. I started calling them immediately, and everyone had already found tickets. I was very nervous I wouldnt be able to find a buyer. The day before I went up north, I called a guy who still needed tickets...and was overwhelmed with joy. He sounded really chill, and I was excited get some money (I owe my mom lots). We met late afternoon at Sebastopol's Whole Foods. This guy was the hottest man I have ever seen. Probably not typically hot, but if I had a 'type', it would be him. He is tall, blond, blue eyed, shaggy haircut, Birkenstocks, hemp clothing. A 23 year old starving artist from Petaluma, who lives in Santa Cruz, and loves reggae. It doesnt get much more attractive than that. After talking about the festival for a bit, here is the conversation.

"Yeah, so, I am not leaving for Humboldt until midnight."
"Just hanging around Sebastopol?"
"Yeah, I dont really have anywhere else to go."
"Not much to do around here."
"Whats going on across the street?"
"Oh, thats the local town jam session."
"Well...(pause), I guess I will check that out...(pause), since I will be here for awhile."
"Yeah, you should, see ya later!"

That is as accurate as my memory allows. I am such a nerd. I got home and told my family about the amazingly hot guy I met. My grandma said, "You should have invited him over." And that is why she probably gets more ass than I do.