This weekend was some-what blog worthy so lets start from there. Saturday night the princess went out with her co-workers for what they call a "wet down." This is when a person is getting promoted (in this case my princess) and his or her co-workers take them out to get drunk. I was the designated driver for her that night, through no choice of my own. First, she needed to be dropped off in Chula Vista, which really is in the middle of nowhere. We passed the first toll road in the FastTrak lane, with no FastTrak pass; whoops. After she was successfully dropped off at the house she was to preflight at and greeted by a half-naked tatted guy, my friend and I drove off; each a bit resentfully, for our own reasons. We then preceded to follow google maps' directions back home which again took us to yet another toll road. Trying to do the right thing I this time went in the correct lane but quickly realized I had no cash; and so ran that red light; again, whoops. I reasoned that if the camera catches me, at least they'll see me trying and struggling to do the right thing. Anyways, we got to my friend's house, we'll call her Tamera, and got a little done up for an unpredictable night. Tamera, myself, and Tamera's sister, Tia then walked a few blocks to a cute little sushi bar, followed by decadent desserts at a properly named place, Heaven Sent. A hookah bar was next in the spur of the moment plans and so we went. Smoked a little, talked a bit, laughed a while, and danced a lot. At about 1:40am as we were leaving the hookah bar, the manager came up to me and offered me nothing other than a part time job as a belly dancer. Wow. He asked me to come in Monday (today) at about 5 to discuss the details...will I go; I guess we'll have to see. I'm no professional but I guess I move my hips like shakira and deserve some sort of pay for all the stares. The night then was followed by a semi drunken call with my princess and a drive downtown to pick her up. Downtown, the same place my princess managed to make a point to tell me repeatedly when we first started dating that she despises with a passion; and now is club hopping drunk with a bunch of guys; ehhh. Just breathe milana, breathe. Did I mention I have a low tolerance for drunk people? After a half an hour of rolling my eyes at her flirtatious comments to various girls on the street, we dropped Tia and Tamera off, came home and passed out.
Sunday, plans with dad and brother to see Diary of a Wimpy Kid the Movie in an attempt to spend some quality time together. We had some time to kill before the movie, so naturally proceeded to the mall. My dad, being not only a hairstylist and salon owner, but an obsessive business manager, immediately walked into a new salon to speak to the owner. Simultaneously my ten year old brother "wandered" almost automatically into a GameStop. I sat on a bench, waiting. Family quality time, nothing like it. I ultimately got a smoothie, a movie and some popcorn out of the whole experience so it wasn't a total bust. At least now I have another six or so months before my dad gets another compulsive itch to spend some quality time together.
Today is Monday and in about an hour or so I will be on my way to an advisor to discuss my hopeful paralegal future at USD. And then...a belly dancing interview?
My various passions, law and middle eastern exotic dance. Awkward.
'till next time,
itsmilana.
