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sunshine_queenSooo, like always, it is my responsibility to write about me seeing Nica last weekend, so here goes.
So, I got home on Thursday night to Miami at a lovely, lovely time. The bus was actually five minutes early. I got a real, delicious homecooked meal! I got laundry done! All was fabulous.
Next morning I woke up fairly early again so that I could finish forcing my suitcase shut, and my mom took me and my dad to the airport.
At the airport, my dad had to get pulled aside by security twice. One, because my dad is near bionic and has a metal hip, a ceramic (or something) hip and a metal shoulder, so he lights the metal detector thing up like a christmas tree, and then he decided to keep his little bags of liquid in his carryon instead of putting them on the belt, so there I am, trying to put on my shoes and put myself back together and keep my dad's stuff under control while he's off being searched and ding ding ding! "Is this suitcase yours?" "No, it's my dad's." "Where's your dad?" "Being searched like the terrorist he is." (I didn't add that last part.)
Something that you all should know about my dad is that he is very, very friendly. He likes going up to people and chatting. He's also very charming when he wants to be. So, we get to out gate, and it turns out we have to take this little tram to our plane. That's when we met Rhonda and Herman.
Rhonda and Herman were travelling with another couple who were completely innocuous, so they didn't get names, but oh, Rhonda and Herman. Rhonda is the kind of woman who obviously will never, ever be satisfied by anything that isn't in her control. She complained about the line to get your boarding passes stamps. She complained about the tram. She complained about which kind of plane we were going to be flying on (turns out we got this relatively new kind that comes from Brazil. I don't know if she complained later to Herman or not.)
When we were on the tram, my dad started talking to Rhonda and Herman when they mentioned something about Albany and the airport there, as we are very familiar with it. Herman had the best face ever on. He had no desire whatsoever to be talking to my father but obviously couldn't think of a graceful way to extract himself, and his discomfort made my father keep talking to amuse us on the ride over.
So, our flight was early by twenty minutes, and Monica's dad met us at the airport without Monica, because the night before Monica had fallen off her bike and messed up her knee, so the first three hours of my visit was spent at Patient First, waiting for Monica to receive X-Rays. Which were inconclusive, btw, because three of them looked fine and the fourth one was shady, so they thought it was a sprain of her hamstring, but it could be a chipped bone, so they gave her an knee immobilizer and we were on our merry way.
When we got to Monica's house I went online to try to register for my classes, of which ONE was available. Not my history, not my anthropology, not my swimming, not my spanish, only the wrong period of comparative politics. Bastards.
Then we went to dinner at El Paso with the whole family.
Us in the car.
Knee immobilizer!
So we had a nice dinner there and then we went back to her house, and really all we did after that was go to the attic and attempt to watch The Best Movie Ever.
And then I fell asleep. Which NEVER happened. But I slept through like, 45% of that movie.
So then we went to Monica's room to actually sleep at about nine thirty, which is when I realized my little nap was going to make it impossible for me to sleep for hours.
I forgot to mention the puppy! Monica's family just got an adorable black and white chihuahua, and he spent the night with us, so I took a lot of pictures of him.
Doogie Bowser.
Very cute.
The next morning we got up around eight and it still took to the last minute to get us out of the house by eleven to go to the game!
Where is Waldo?
I had to lean waaaaay over to get in the picture cause she couldn't move.
So we had lunch at the Wawa and then it was a major ordeal getting to the stadium because Monica was essentially a cripple. However, we did get there, and I got to see Talisa's boyfriend Jorge on the field because he was allowed to travel.
My dad and the field.
So the game SUCKED. Horribly. Maryland got two touchdowns in the first half and that was it. UM got six points by two field goals and one touchdown, and it was like they were actively trying to suck, which sucked for me and my dad something awful. Their coach is definitely getting fired this year. UM used to be known for their prowess in football, so losing to Maryland 13-14 was just ridiculous. Embarrassing. Poor us.
The game. Meh.
Then we went home, which was hours and hours away, and Nica and I hung out in her room and watched the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader show on CMT and I put music on my laptop and the internet died and that was sad because I couldn't try again for my classes.
Me and Nica in matching M hats that her dad bought us.
The next morning I repacked everything up again and it was really cold outside and it was rainy and icky.
With my dad.
With Greg!
Sadly, we then left.
Me and my dad waiting.
And then, guess who was on our return flight?
That's right. Rhonda and Herman.
So, me and dad went home, and we watched Betty la Fea, which had CESAR MARTINEZ AS HILDA'S HUSBAND, and the next day I had to go home, which I voice posted about because what was supposed to be six hours turned into ten, so I didn't get in until right before midnight, which I guess was a balance to the awesome morning I had shopping with my mom and getting new glasses.
And that was the weekend.
So, I got home on Thursday night to Miami at a lovely, lovely time. The bus was actually five minutes early. I got a real, delicious homecooked meal! I got laundry done! All was fabulous.
Next morning I woke up fairly early again so that I could finish forcing my suitcase shut, and my mom took me and my dad to the airport.
At the airport, my dad had to get pulled aside by security twice. One, because my dad is near bionic and has a metal hip, a ceramic (or something) hip and a metal shoulder, so he lights the metal detector thing up like a christmas tree, and then he decided to keep his little bags of liquid in his carryon instead of putting them on the belt, so there I am, trying to put on my shoes and put myself back together and keep my dad's stuff under control while he's off being searched and ding ding ding! "Is this suitcase yours?" "No, it's my dad's." "Where's your dad?" "Being searched like the terrorist he is." (I didn't add that last part.)
Something that you all should know about my dad is that he is very, very friendly. He likes going up to people and chatting. He's also very charming when he wants to be. So, we get to out gate, and it turns out we have to take this little tram to our plane. That's when we met Rhonda and Herman.
Rhonda and Herman were travelling with another couple who were completely innocuous, so they didn't get names, but oh, Rhonda and Herman. Rhonda is the kind of woman who obviously will never, ever be satisfied by anything that isn't in her control. She complained about the line to get your boarding passes stamps. She complained about the tram. She complained about which kind of plane we were going to be flying on (turns out we got this relatively new kind that comes from Brazil. I don't know if she complained later to Herman or not.)
When we were on the tram, my dad started talking to Rhonda and Herman when they mentioned something about Albany and the airport there, as we are very familiar with it. Herman had the best face ever on. He had no desire whatsoever to be talking to my father but obviously couldn't think of a graceful way to extract himself, and his discomfort made my father keep talking to amuse us on the ride over.
So, our flight was early by twenty minutes, and Monica's dad met us at the airport without Monica, because the night before Monica had fallen off her bike and messed up her knee, so the first three hours of my visit was spent at Patient First, waiting for Monica to receive X-Rays. Which were inconclusive, btw, because three of them looked fine and the fourth one was shady, so they thought it was a sprain of her hamstring, but it could be a chipped bone, so they gave her an knee immobilizer and we were on our merry way.
When we got to Monica's house I went online to try to register for my classes, of which ONE was available. Not my history, not my anthropology, not my swimming, not my spanish, only the wrong period of comparative politics. Bastards.
Then we went to dinner at El Paso with the whole family.
Us in the car.
Knee immobilizer!
So we had a nice dinner there and then we went back to her house, and really all we did after that was go to the attic and attempt to watch The Best Movie Ever.
And then I fell asleep. Which NEVER happened. But I slept through like, 45% of that movie.
So then we went to Monica's room to actually sleep at about nine thirty, which is when I realized my little nap was going to make it impossible for me to sleep for hours.
I forgot to mention the puppy! Monica's family just got an adorable black and white chihuahua, and he spent the night with us, so I took a lot of pictures of him.
Doogie Bowser.
Very cute.
The next morning we got up around eight and it still took to the last minute to get us out of the house by eleven to go to the game!
Where is Waldo?
I had to lean waaaaay over to get in the picture cause she couldn't move.
So we had lunch at the Wawa and then it was a major ordeal getting to the stadium because Monica was essentially a cripple. However, we did get there, and I got to see Talisa's boyfriend Jorge on the field because he was allowed to travel.
My dad and the field.
So the game SUCKED. Horribly. Maryland got two touchdowns in the first half and that was it. UM got six points by two field goals and one touchdown, and it was like they were actively trying to suck, which sucked for me and my dad something awful. Their coach is definitely getting fired this year. UM used to be known for their prowess in football, so losing to Maryland 13-14 was just ridiculous. Embarrassing. Poor us.
The game. Meh.
Then we went home, which was hours and hours away, and Nica and I hung out in her room and watched the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader show on CMT and I put music on my laptop and the internet died and that was sad because I couldn't try again for my classes.
Me and Nica in matching M hats that her dad bought us.
The next morning I repacked everything up again and it was really cold outside and it was rainy and icky.
With my dad.
With Greg!
Sadly, we then left.
Me and my dad waiting.
And then, guess who was on our return flight?
That's right. Rhonda and Herman.
So, me and dad went home, and we watched Betty la Fea, which had CESAR MARTINEZ AS HILDA'S HUSBAND, and the next day I had to go home, which I voice posted about because what was supposed to be six hours turned into ten, so I didn't get in until right before midnight, which I guess was a balance to the awesome morning I had shopping with my mom and getting new glasses.
And that was the weekend.
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Date: 2006-11-15 09:44 pm (UTC)I love the pics! Except I look so forlorn in the airport ones. My knee was hurting like no other and I was really mad at my father momentarily. Plus, you were leaving and stuff, so that sucked.
The second picture of Bowser (I call him Bowser, Mom and Chels call him Doogie, and Dad calls him Spike... talk about multiple personality disorder) makes him look so cute and teeny tiny! *Squeezes*
I had a fab weekend, I hope y'all did, too. I will try my darndest to visit you during spring break. Even though that's so freaking far away!
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Date: 2006-11-15 09:49 pm (UTC)(B) Yeah, you weren't too happy.
(C) I still think of him as Pedro. My second choice is Spike.
(D) I did have fun!
(E) You haaaaave to come!
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Date: 2006-11-16 04:17 am (UTC)And just make sure your spring break doesn't coincide with my going to VA, otherwise I'll have to fight you for Nica-priviledges. :P
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Date: 2006-11-16 04:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 04:52 am (UTC)My mom was actually asking if we would just be meeting Monica when we go, and I was like, "Unless Madi truly does find a way to make it there, which she threatened to do." So hee!