As of Late–and Oh By the Way, I’m a Gypsy. All I Need Now Is a Caravan. And Yes, I Like Daigs.
18 Jan 2012 4 Comments
in Football, Friends, Oklahoma Memories, San Francisco Tags: catching up, gypsy, moving, Oklahoma, Oregon, san francisco, Sooners, travel
Hey! I still have a blog, well I still pay for the domain name, sooo … you know, who’s judging? And if you are, stop, it’s not cool. BUT I figured that I would bring everyone up to speed on my life and what I’ve been up to and such so that I can then tell you about what I am going to be doing, and hopefully post more often with really interesting stuff that everyone wants to read … everyone, or just whoever ends up here and wants to read about me … not too picky!
I used to be (still am at heart, and hope to be one again soon) a San Francisco Sooner, but as of late I have been more like a gypsy. So, in a nutshell, here are the last … meh … 6-8 months of my life.
In early 2011, I decided that I was going to take the LSAT in June and go to law school starting in the fall of 2012. So I studied my little ass off, took the LSAT, and semi-recently submitted all my applications to several schools—now I’m just waiting to hear back and decide where I will be attending school this fall! Simultaneously, I moved from San Francisco on June 27th, and since then have been pretty much everywhere in the western half of the United States. I went frommmm …
SF to Oklahoma
- 4th of July with BFF Sarah at Grand Lake
Oklahoma to Denver
- Visiting Grandma in the hospital with my nephew Trayson.
Denver to North Dakota
- Driving from Colorado to North Dakota …
- Somewhere in Wyoming on my way to ND
North Dakota to Colorado and back to North Dakota
- Dad, Brother, Brother … Supposed to be helping me drive …
North Dakota to Chicago and back to North Dakota
- Chicago with BFF Sarah and Ashley!
- Wrigley Field!
- Annnddd back to ND!
North Dakota to Oklahoma
- Me and the Betch twins at good ole Scooters!
Oklahoma to Houston
- Houston for my cousin Natalie’s wedding!!
Houston to San Francisco
- Outside Lands 2011 in SF!
- OSL 2011!
San Francisco to North Dakota
- Gorgeous sunsets in ND!
North Dakota to San Francisco
- Breathtaking SF sunrise!
- So incredible!
San Francisco to Corvallis
- Workin!
Corvallis to Dallas
- OU/tx!
- The game with Matt & Tay!
Dallas to San Francisco
- Chillin’ with my loves at the beach!
San Francisco to Corvallis
- The Oregon Coast
Corvallis to San Francisco
- Hangin’ out in my old ‘hood!
San Francisco to Eugene
- More work!
Eugene to San Francisco
- Halloween with Kels!
San Francisco to Oklahoma
- Good to be home! OU/a&m game!
- OU/a&m with Sar, Taylor, Cassey, and Kristen!
- OU/osu in Stillwater
- Suffering through the cold & losing with Taylor!
Oklahoma to San Francisco
- Love this city!
San Francisco to Oklahoma
- Tacky Christmas Party with BFF Sarah!
- We’re not always hideous!
- A merry Christmas with my family!
Oklahoma to Dallas
- NYE in Dallas with my loves!
- Roommate Reunion! Love Meechelleee!
Dallas to Oklahoma
- Don’t forget about the cutest dog ever … LOLA!
Oklahoma to San Francisco
- Hanging out with Jeremiah & Co. at the beach!
- Beautiful SF sunset!
San Francisco to Oklahoma
- There are some beautiful sunsets here too!
And now that we are up to speed … I’d like to inform you that the current theme of gypsy life will be continuing into the near and foreseeable future. Why, you ask? Well because I purchased this sweet backpack:
and a one-way ticket to Auckland, New Zealand to kick off my Round-the-World trip!
I’m gonna let all of that info sink in and fill you in on my trip planning and details shortly! And you are welcome for that sweet finger exercise you got from all that scrolling! Boom!
TTFNSF, Ta Ta For Now, San Fran!
27 Jun 2011 1 Comment
in Friends, New Adventures, San Francisco Tags: Friends, going home, life experiences, moving, new adventures, Oklahoma, san francisco
San Francisco, it’s been real. As I sit here on my flight from SFO to OKC, With my 6 50-pound bags checked below, and my 3-pound dog in her carrier at my feet, I cant help but feel a little apprehensive. I am leaving an amazing city behind, where I have made amazing friends who helped me forge some amazing memories. But I sigh in relief knowing that all I’m really leaving is the city, because my friends are very much a part of me, and the memories engrained in my soul–and I know the city will always be there, ready to welcome me back with its weird, accepting arms the second I decide I’ve been away too long. I smile at the thought of being able to spend quality time with my family and friends that I left behind in Oklahoma, I feel my stomach knot with anticipations about what the future holds, I squirm with excitement knowing that whatever it is, it will be an adventure.
One of my newest friends, Jeremiah, and I were having a conversation a few days ago about our favorite books, and books that change your perspective, books that give your life new meaning, but mostly books that I should read. He suggested that I read The Prophet, and so I did. In one day (not due to my superb reading skills, which are superb—it’s just pretty short). I started it and couldn’t put it down. Right from the beginning it spoke to me:
How shall I go in peace and without sorrow? Nay, not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this city.
Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls, and long were the nights of aloneness; and who can depart from his pain and his aloneness without regret?
Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache.
It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.
Nor is it a thought I leave behind me, but a heart made sweet with hunger and with thirst.
Yet I cannot tarry longer.
The sea that calls all things unto her calls me, and I must embark.
For to stay, though the hours burn in the night, is to freeze and crystallize and be bound in a mould.
Fain would I take with me all that is here. But how shall I?
A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that give it wings. Alone must it seek the ether.
And alone and without his nest shall the eagle fly across the sun.
As I fly toward my future, I am making plans for world travels, for law school, and for new adventures. But I fly with a renewed awareness that every day needs to be relished in its beauty, every moment needs to be seized, and memories need to be made; appreciate the time you have, the time you’re in, and the people you’re in the now with, for tomorrow it will be a new day, and today gone forever.
Hope You Brought Some Dawn, Cuz Shit’s About to Get Sappy! … You Know, Cuz Sap Is Sticky … And Soap … Nevermind …
25 May 2011 Leave a Comment
in Friends, Love This!, Random, San Francisco Tags: best friends, Challenges, family, Friends, life lessons, things that matter
Holy sheesh it’s been a long time since I last posted anything. I felt like, if I was going to break the silence, I would have to write something really, really good. But … then I got over that, and here we are … 
Well, it’s been an interesting time indeed. A year and a half has passed since I graduated college and left everything I have ever known behind. There are days where I feel like the me today and the me I had been for 21 years have nothing left in common other than a name, and then there are times when I feel like I am more “me” than ever. In reality, I think that it is a mixture of both of those things. I have grown an incredible amount, learned valuable lessons, and have taken some huge steps down the path that, I think, will lead me to where I eventually wish to be.
The only constant my time spent in San Francisco has afforded me is change. I have lived in three different apartments in two different cities, lived with six different people, and had two different jobs. I learned the ins and outs of a public transportation system, and then got a Vespa. Then I learned that there are a lot of one-way streets in the city, and just when I was getting the hang of it, I got hit by a car. Every time I would get into a rhythm, life would throw a curve ball my way. I think I even got hit with a couple pitches. Life can be a real bitch like that sometimes. But all that has taught me to welcome challenges, embrace change, and loathe monotony.
Because if you don’t welcome challenges, they’re just gonna do a B&E (breaking and entering … duh!) on your ass, steal all your shit, and then make you file a police report and deal with insurance bullshit for 7 months … then you’ll be saying, “Why didn’t I just invite Challenges over for a fucking dinner party, we could have eaten lasagna and played charades … then none of this would be happening.” And if you don’t embrace change, it will just wrestle you into a sleeper hold until you pass out, but then when you come to, Change is still sitting on your chest, asking if you’re ready to hug it out or if you would like to have another encounter with unconsciousness … like an annoying little brother (note: I said an, not my, love you Tommy) who all the sudden realizes he is big enough to beat the crap out of you. Your brother isn’t going to get smaller and you’re going to end up embracing change one way or another, you can chose for it to be a loving embrace or a choke hold of doom …but it’s got to happen. And if you don’t loathe monotony, like, I mean, be a total raging bitch to it, it will move in without your permission, post up on your couch, never let you watch what you want to watch on TV, not pay its share of rent, take really long showers right before you until there is no hot water left, eat all your food, and wake you up 9 minutes before you were planning on getting up … EVERY morning. You have to be persistent in the pursuit of the not so mundane, or your life will be … mundane. Unless, obviously, those those things sound appealing to you, and if that is the case … then do the exact opposite of what I just said. To each their own.
While learning to handle new and exciting challenges is, well, new and exciting, it is also important to figure out what truly matters to you. What is the one aspect of your life that, if it were removed, would rock you to your core? What’s a great job if you have nobody to celebrate your achievements with, what are monumental life moments if no one is there to reflect upon them with you, what is success if experienced alone, what is anything worth anything if no one is there to laugh with you, to cry with you, to be angry with you, to be angry at you, to be happy for you, to be sad for you, to care for you, to love you?
To my family, and to my friends, you truly mean the world to me. To my parents, who have taught me to be compassionate, accepting, proud, and independent.
To my brothers, who have shown me that life is not fair, that things worth having don’t come easy, that losing isn’t fun, and that driving the speed limit is way boring.
To my best friend in the world, Sarah, for always, always being on my side, for teaching me to be able to laugh at myself, for encouraging me to always speak my mind, and for never saying “I told you so.”
To Michelle, who has bolstered my feistiness, introduced me to SDHs, and shown me how to dance like no one is watching, especially when you know people are watching.
To Taylor, for showing me how it is to be a completely open and warm person, and that there is always room for comic relief.
To Laura, for always listening, always knowing when to tell me what I need to hear, and liking Harry Potter as much as I do.
To Kenneth, who showed me that I’ll never be too mature to have a great time and that a lot can be said with few words (maybe I haven’t fully grasped that concept yet).
To Kathryn, who taught me to roll with the punches and always keep an eye out for adventure.
To Casi, who taught me that no matter how crappy things can be sometimes, its always better when you have friends.
To all my friends that I have met along the way, thank you for taking the time to make me a part of your life.
Thank you all for supporting me, for picking me up when I fall flat on my face, for not making me feel bad for falling on my face, for celebrating me, for cheering me on, for giving me pep talks when things get tough, for loving me, for all that you do, for making me who I am, but most of all, for being you.
A very wise, very best friend once said, “Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t me. So that I could be friends with me.” Well, in case you’re all wondering what it would be like to be friends with you, I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Roofdecks, Creeks and Ponds, Airplanes, New Crews, a Blogging Dog, Football, and Why I Love Weekends
20 Oct 2010 1 Comment
in Football, Love This!, New Adventures, San Francisco Tags: bbq, blue angels, cal bears, fleet week, fleet week 2010, football, fun, roofdeck, san francisco, stanford, ucla, usc
One of my favorite things about living in this city is the endless list of things to do, at any time, on any night. I grew up in the town that invented boredom … so I’m pretty psyched that the only time I get to be bored is when I choose to be.
Pond Creek, Oklahoma folks. The most exciting thing here is the sky.
But choosing to be bored is more like relaxing … so I am literally never bored. And not only are there a ton of things to do, there are a ton of AWESOME things to do.
Case in point: The weekend of October 9th and 10th.
Saturday was obviously occupied with college football, and since my beloved Sooners had a bye, I thought I would show some Pac-10 schools some love. And by some, I mean 4 (even though I officially hate UCLA because of this weekend—or at least their fans). The day started with a little saunter across the Bay to my old haunt, Berkeley, where we watched the Cal Bears destroy the UCLA Bruins … courtesy of the awesome Lien family (thanks guys!).
The weather was gorgeous and so I thought it would be stupid to pass up the offer to roll down south to Palo Alto and cheer on Lori’s Trojans who were playing Stanford. Even though Stanford ended up beating USC, it was still an awesome game and I had tons of fun. And I got to see the Stanford campus which is pretty incredible. OH. And I got to eat In-N-Out. And ride in a car that wasn’t a taxi, which is always a treat. So, all in all, a pretty solid Saturday.
On Sunday, I woke up, took a book and my trusty steed to Duboce Park, and lay in the sun reading for a couple hours. Then I got the call from Kathryn. Fleet week and roofdeck BBQing were ON! So I rounded up Lola, and headed to Nob Hill for some prime viewing of frickin’ awesome aeronautical stunts.
The City by the Bay, Californ-I-A.
The awesome view from Kristen's roofdeck.
Lola and I sat on Kristen’s fabulous roofdeck with our new “crew,” ate hot dogs and grapes, and watched the skies in amazement. Check it out:
Kristen, Me, Ben, Kathryn
The Roofdeck Crew
Blue Angels!
And, okay, I don’t know about you … but this seriously freaked me out:
Phew! So glad nothing bad happened!
Then I finished up the day with some hot wings, beer, and Sunday Night Football.
Stay tuned for the next chapter, my most recent awesome weekend, in this book that is Nikki’s Awesome Weekends.
In case you missed it … Lola has a blog that she updates every day with either a picture or video of her cute self … and a Twitter, @thedailylola, where she tweets about what she blogs about … which are pictures and/or vidoes. Follow her to get your daily dose of cuteness.
Outside Lands, Goodies but Crazies, and Wine in Mouthwash Cups. Or a Freakin’ Awesome Weekend.
20 Aug 2010 1 Comment
in Crossing It Off, New Adventures, San Francisco Tags: beer, concert, festival, food, golden gate park, Kings of Leon, music, Outside Lands, park, Pheonix, San Fran, san francisco, Wikipedia, wine
I’m sure that all of you San Franciscans know that this past weekend was Oustide Lands. And for those of you who don’t know, I’m getting really tired of directing you to Wikipedia … so here’s an excerpt for you … wouldn’t want you to hyper-extend your hyper-linking abilities (what? I don’t know … just go with it):
Outside Lands Main Stage
The Outside Lands Music and Arts Festival is a music festival held annually in San Francisco, California at Golden Gate Park. The first edition occurred August 22–24 in 2008, and included over 60 musical acts from around the world, as well as several art installations. The festival grounds included the Polo Field which was home to the Lands End Stage, the Speedway Meadow with Twin Peaks Stage and the Panhandle Stage, and finally the Lindley Meadow and the Sutro and Presido stages.
Kathryn and I
There aren’t a ton of huge music festivals in Oklahoma, which is why this was my first one ever, and. it. was. awesome. I didn’t know a ton of the bands that were there, but I have been listening to Bassnectar and Chromeo ever since I left.
I didn’t know exactly what to expect going into the weekend, but I did know that since it is San Francisco that I should count on some crazies. And I was not disappointed. And I might have even fallen into that category one or two times …
… Like on Saturday when Kathryn and I tried to sneak a camelbak full of vodka and Redbull into the gates by putting it in my pants, wait, that didn’t work, my side, nope, my back? Yeah. Strapped up under my bra, hunchback of fucking Notre Dame style. Then we realized that they were patting people down … and that they were watching us the whole time we were trying to shove something the size of an infant down my pants. Sooo we just had to chug as much as we could then pour our potion onto the ground.
… Then whilst watching Gogol Bordello, we almost got trampled to death by the one person stampede that was some bat-shit crazy girl dancing in front of us whose appearance oddly resembled that of a lion.
… And the guy who was blasted out of his mind, aggressively fisting the air during Bassnectar … I caught an elbow to the throat, it was pretty neat.
… Then when this exchange took place: Kathryn says to some dude, “Hey, good job!” He looks at her, perplexed. Pause. Awkwardness. A look of comprehension crosses Kathryn’s face and she says with a very apologetic look on her face, “Oh … sorrryyyyy, I thought you were in the band …” and then walks off.
… Or when Kathryn was like, “What is in my pockets?” And she pulled out her pockets and they were completely full of grass.
… Or when we ordered our 5th round of $7 wine (the glasses were literally the size of mouthwash cups you get from the god damn dentist) and I handed the guy a dollar and said, “Is this enough?” He, apparently, did not think it was funny, but we thought it was pretty hysterical. So hysterical in fact, that 2 minutes later when we were ready for another glass of wine (hey … they were really fucking tiny glasses), Kathryn said the exact same thing to a lady at a different booth. Her response was a little more lighthearted than the previous gentleman’s, but she was still not totally amused. We were.
… Oh and then there was the guy who thought it was a good idea to bring his 4-year-old kid to a god damn concert. Great parenting skills right there. I can only imagine what that little girl’s future holds.
Actually, I think it looks something like this:
Two words: Role model.
… And then it was only fitting to experience the most intense encounter with crazy at the very end of the festival. This is when we met crazy violent body odor girl with wax balls in her mouth … oh and she wasn’t wearing pants. She elbowed me out of the way so she could unfold her chair, proceed to stand in it, and flip everyone off for five minutes. I could continue to describe this scene … but I hear that a picture is worth a thousand words.
There are no words.
Balls in mouth? Check. Goggles? Check. Thong? Check.
Oh … and p.s., I was severely inebriated the entire weekend in which these stories took place … so might I suggest that if you didn’t think that these stories were at all funny to go get shit faced, and then come read my blog. I bet it would help.
Check out more pics on my Flickr page or my Facebook page!
The San Francisco Marathon, Knee Pain, and the Glorious Feeling of Finishing
04 Aug 2010 7 Comments
in Athletic Triumphs, New Adventures, San Francisco Tags: 26.2 miles, dying, Golden Gate Bridge, marathon, pictures, really hard shit, running, san francisco, San Francisco Marathon, that's what she said, The Presidio
That’s what she said.
July 25th. A day that will live in infamy.
I can officially say that I am a marathoner. Which is a pretty awesome feeling if I do say so myself. I honestly didn’t think that I could/would do it … and around mile 14 when I realized that I was actually jealous of people running 13.1 miles, I knew that I would probably never do it again. But … never say never, right?
So here’s what went down:
July 24th: Laura (my friend from North Dakota who flew in to run it with me) and I go to the Runner’s Expo to pick up our bibs, shoe tags, and a bag full of goodies (of these goodies, my favorite was the razor burn cream … seems like a good thing to put in a marathoner’s goodie bag … right? no?) and of course to buy ourselves some t-shirts and shit.
And then we went to bed at 9:00 p.m.
July 25th: RACE DAY.
We get ready (I have massive nerves) and the taxi arrives to take us to our death at 4:55 a.m.
We stand in line for the Port-a-potties for about 35 minutes (yes, I went before … but we were an hour early … ) and then we hand off our bags to the bag check guy and walk toward the starting line.
(The actual race started at 5:30 a.m. but you sign up for start times based on your projected finish time, so Laura and I didn’t actually start until 6:02 a.m., in Wave 5.)
At 6:02 a.m. we cross the start line … it’s ON.
Laura and I are truckin’ along and around mile 3 we are running really well … a little under a 9 minute mile.
Mile 4: We see my parents taking pictures of us, we are all smiles and still really excited.
Mile 5: We start the ascent up to the Golden Gate Bridge, and I start thinking … holy fuck, I still have 21.2 miles to go.
Mile 7.6: Somewhere in the middle of the Golden Gate Bridge. You think this would be pretty and scenic and relaxing. No such thing. It’s 7:00 a.m. in San Francisco, in the “summer”, which means that it is misting, freezing balls, and foggy as fuck. Oh! And the ENTIRE first half of the bridge is an uphill climb. So really all you can see are the people kicking your ass on the way back across the bridge. But their faces don’t instill any confidence in me. Most of them read: why THE fuck did I sign up for this shit?! And then there are the crazy bastards that are trotting along, happy as pie. Assholes. Oh, my 7.6 mile split was 1:16:08 … good, 10 minute mile.
My parents took this, we weren't actually running into oncoming traffic.
Mile 10: Coming off the Golden Gate Bridge, continuing into the glorious hills that are the Presidio. Fuck the Presidio. The uphill climbs were killer on the thighs and calves, but the down hill is what was killing my knee and shins.
Mile 11: Started getting serious pain in the left knee, but still making really good time, even though I had to stop at an aid station to have them tape my knee.
Mile 13.1: 2:22:19 Half-Marathon time. Shoulda just stopped there. Knee is getting worse.
Mile 14: My knee gives a final stab, I stumble, Laura catches me, and I know that from here on out it’s gonna be a battle: me or the marathon, which one will finish the other? Only time will tell. Cue dramatic music. I tell Laura to save herself, to go on without me.
Mile 16: At this point, I am able to run for about three quarters of a mile until my knee gives way again, I stagger, limp to the side, and get my speedwalk on. I walk for about a tenth of a mile, then start sunning again. It’s a vicious cycle.
Mile 20: I am now in constant pain, and I run until I can’t take the pain anymore, start crying a little (don’t judge me, did you run the SF Marathon? Didn’t think so.), and then walk for a few minutes. It’s a very vicious cycle. Oh, p.s. at this point, I think: wow, I’ve made it 20 miles … that is farther than I have ever ran. OH MY SWEET JESUS I STILL HAVE 6.2 TO GO. Annie Tucker Morgan (oh, you don’t know who that is? Sucks to be you.) pops in my head and this is my only thought for the next 3 miles: Fuck this noise. FTN. FT Effin’ N.
Mile 23: Literally the worst pain I have ever been in … and my right knee and hip are starting to hurt from being favored for 11 miles. No big deal.
Mile 25: My right knee gives out. Yay! It’s a party now. My left knee was a sharp stabbing pain that I suspected was from the impact of running and would only be temporary. The right knee, on the other hand, was not. This shit feels serious. I am in extreme amounts of pain, but I am also EXTREMELY frustrated because my body is not tired. If I could get a new set of knees right now I’d sprint the rest of this beast.
The last 1.2 miles were the longest 1.2 miles of my life. Fa REAL, yo. But I had to finish. This son-of-a-bitch-cock-sucking-ass-mongrel of a course was not going to beat me. I was going to beat it.
And I did.
Hey, it might have taken me 5 hours 18 minutes and 19 seconds, but I finished it. And that is ALL that matters. And that I beat 1002 people. Yeah, so what if 4997 people beat me.
Me: 1, San Francisco Marathon: 0. Eat it.
Literally, eat it.
Hard Alcohol, Wieners, and Funfetti Cookies. That’s How I Roll.
12 Jul 2010 8 Comments
in New Adventures, San Francisco Tags: 4th of july, adventures, drinking, first time, golden gate park, holiday, hot dogs, jell-o shots, mysterious stains, san francisco, weather, wieners
I learned a few things over the 4th of July holiday (I am going to start referring to “vacation” as “a holiday” like the English do, it sounds way cooler … anyway) here in San Francisco.
1. Don’t expect it to be nice and sunny and warm and fuzzy. Because it will not be. And you will be sad. Period. And actually, if you have time to go somewhere else that is going to be warm … you should probably go. I think that’s what a lot of people did. Probably smart. Because I am the jealous one hearing about all these sun-filled shenanigans that my friends were off doing while I took refuge under a random person’s comforter whilst wearing jeans and a hoodie in Golden Gate Park. Which brings me to my next point.
2. Don’t bring a comforter to a BBQ. Especially a black one. Specifically, a black one that has suspicious stains on it that the innocent cuddle-underers notice after being wrapped in it for 45 minutes. Not cool.
3. Jell-O shots are clutch. You already know this? Figures. It’s a perfect thing to bring to a BBQ if your cooking skills are abysmal and you don’t want to impose your concoctions on a group of innocent bystanders. Jell-O shots are pretttty hard to fuck up, and I am happy to say that I did not fuck them up. On the contrary, my j-shots were quite possibly almost maybe the best Jell-O shots I’ve ever tasted, basically. See:
Don't be concerned that I didn't even have to make room for this many Jell-O shots in my fridge.
4. When Safeway offers “Buy One Get Two Free” on wieners, always, ALWAYS take them up on it. You can never have too many wieners. That’s what she said.
5. Drinking a lot makes the weather more tolerable. Fact. That one is pretty self-explanatory.
6. Funfetti Cookies make the world go round, and the sunshine shine. You always know that there will be an abundance of savory foods at a BBQ … someone has to bring the sweet! And whoever does is a lifesaver. Ahem … I brought the sweet. And also, Funfetti Cookies are pretty hard to fuck up. I am thinking of starting a cookbook entitled Shit That Is Really Hard to Fuck Up … AND Tastes Great. Or Just OK, Depending on Your Standards.
7. Flip cup in the howling wind = FAIL. C’mon, seriously? Who thought that would be a good idea? The people who ended up with beer all over them. That’s who.
All in all, I think that my 4th of July weekend was a success. Lola and I had a great time hanging out with friends at Speedway Meadows in Golden Gate Park and I was reminded of my love for hot dogs which reminded me of my love of football which reminded me that football season is coming up and that it is one of my favorite times of year which reminded me that there will definitely be more BBQs to come which reminded me that I love America. And that I definitely need to get one of those tiny portable grills at Wal-Mart for $8. I think that would be an awesome thing to have. It sucks that the closest Wal-Mart is in Richmond … probably won’t be getting one anytime soon. Maybe I’ll order one online. OR maybe I’ll just continue to bring wieners, Jell-O shots, and cookies to the BBQ.
Happy Birthday America. You rock.
They said whaaa?!