Saturday, September 17, 2005
What a night! Craaaazzzinessss! We went out to celebrate my friend's birthday at Doc Chey's in Emory village. The food was really good, and I've realized that there are two things I could eat for the rest of my life incessantly- cheese and shrimp, separately and perhaps in combination as well. You know when you have great company it's always about 1000 times more fun. Well we started joking, laughing, and even obnoxiously loud. Then we went to the CVS next door. I LOVE CVS- what does it NOT have?? Anyway, I have this weird habit of finding random items and yelling out to my friends, "Oh look, I found these diapers that you were looking for" or " Oh my gosh, is THIS the bib that you wanted for christmas??". Thank God for Manali- she jumps right in and we just start bouncing jokes off of each other. Well, I just got more and more hyper for some reason. It's not that I rarely get this hyper, it's just when I do it can get pretty out of control- in a good way of course. So being in CVS, I just start picking up random items that i don't even need. And as we get to the front of the store, I find the most divingly placed item. It was created to save my life [if the need ever arose].Wooo
It was a ring. But not just any ring- a rubber ring, that when pushed upon it lit up. Now, my Russian immigrant parents have flawlessly embedded in me the paranoia of rapists and evil men who are out to get me. There is always someone lurking out there, and yes, it is hard to be in a constant reminder of such things, but that is life. [Although, for my children, I would NEVER drive them to such an extreme state]. Better be safe than sorry...that is why my dad gave me a neon green whistle in 11th grade. My father does not shower me with many gifts, so the things that I do receive I cherish...especially as something as valuable as a neon green whistle. I mean, my life could depend upon this whistle, but unfortunately I forget to transfer it from purse to purse.
So, already being in my intensified state at the CVS store, and plus my love for chatting with employees (that's another thing...I used to be really really afraid/shy of talking to sales people or cashiers, and now you can't shut me up when I get to the counter), I embark upon a dramatic presentation of the amazing product that is sitting right on their counter. The light up ring. One of the cashier ladies starts to hysterically laugh, and she really keels over when I say, "This is better than the neon green whistle that my dad gave me!!" The other cashier looks at me, wondering if it was Venus or Pluto that I fell off of. But seriously, if anything ever happens I can click the ring on and create a diversion.
I gather all of my silly purchases and we head on out to Caribou Coffee. Ladies and gentlemen, the Campfire Mocha will CHANGE YOUR LIFE. As it has changed mine more than once. After some more nice conversation at the coffee shop, we proceed to get into the car. An hour long ride awaits us. But, oh, that quickly changes when Manali finds her childhood in Laura's CD collection. We covered Savage Garden, Spice Girls, and yes, even touched upon Backstreet Boys. Manali was singing along to the songs and I was busting out like no other! My dance moves were insane, and I would've kept going until the seatbelt- thinking that we were in a serious collision, pressed me so hard to my chair that I could barely unbuckle myself. It's okay, even seatbelts get jealous.[Or was it just telling me to restrain myself?] To top it all off we came back and watched School of Rock. HILARIOUS! Before we started the movie, I was wondering why Laura came back from her room slightly incoherent. "Girls, I just wanted to let you know that this is a little birthday celebration for me," as she held up a Dasani water bottle, full of nothing other than vodka. Unfortunately for her, I had no orange juice or any other kind of juice. And she eventually quit drinking her acetone. As the movie came to a close, I realize how awesome my night was, and that the weekend is just getting started.12:46 AM 3 Falling Stars
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