Who Doesn't Love Adventure Time?

I have never realized just how much of a knack I have for getting into strange, crazy situations. Exhibit A is going to be a sampling of my adventures over the short period of my weekend.

Friday 
I manage to procure a  phone that is functioning properly and then go to work later in the evening. After getting completely slammed at work I then proceed to try and decide what to do for the rest of the night. It turns out that I wanted to go on a road trip and I drove 45 minutes north to visit my friend, Jeremy, at the tavern that he works at for a few drinks and laughs.

Oh, you say, that isn't terribly exciting.
Well, calm down. I am only getting started.

Saturday
So Boyfriend and I decide that we are really in the mood for an outdoor adventure and we set out to tackle a seven (give or take) mile hike. Everything is perfect--it is sunny and not too hot out, there are very few people that we have to share the trail with, and we were just enjoying each others company. Then while I am taking the lead I hear this strange rustling noise and something moves out of the corner of my eye. I am so startled that I trip over myself and almost fall off of the trail down a relatively steep hill. As I turn around to figure out what happened I see what we have come face to face with.

Wild Epic Snake Boss appears.

So, of course, the first thing that Boyfriend wants to do is see the Epic Snake Boss in action so he starts poking it with a stick.

Boyfriend uses Poke. 
Wild Epic Snake Boss is pissed. 
Wild Epic Snake Boss uses Bite. 

  The whole time that Boyfriend is trying to test out Snake Boss' power, I am trying to ascertain whether or not the thing is poisonous. While warily watching the snake we decided it was either a Rattler or a Copperhead (We could hear some kind of rattling sound, but it didn't look like it had the right kind of tail. Later it was confirmed that the snake was indeed a Copperhead). Eventually, we flee the battle and continued on our way down the trail. Mind that we kept a nervous scan of the ground the rest of the way. The rest of our hike finished uneventfully and we grabbed some ice cream and then headed off to reacquaint ourselves with the real world.

I worked the closing shift at work (6pm to 2am) and had a very circular conversation with a Regular who was completely annihilated and had just gotten married. His biggest concern was that he was not going to be able to grab my butt anymore--which he was never allowed to do anyway. Then to rescue me from my boredom, and to apparently even the score because I drove up to hang out with him, Jeremy drove down to hang out with me. The DJ let us have a whole set of songs for us to listen to after all the patrons left which is actually a lot more fun than it sounds. Afterwards, we stayed up and had a few hours of intellectual badminton until we passed out.

Sunday... later than night
During the day Sunday, which was also Mother's Day, I successfully went to church and work. However, it wasn't until around 11:30, after I had gotten home, that I decided that I was going to accept a friend's invitation to her house to hang out. Little did I know then, but we were going to be awake for the next six hours, bringing us well into the realm of morning (or afternoon once we all woke up). We had many games, conversations, a discussion about testosterone, followed by a quick wrestling match to prove the testosterone theory, and just an overall fun time.

I think that this has to be the most incredible weekend that I have ever experienced in just the complete unpredictability of it all being paired in the same weekend. I am pretty sure I owe Jeremy another trip up because of his coming down again on Sunday night to hang out, but I look forward to it. I am ridiculously tired, but it is the summer time. Granted, I just heard back from my morning job and I am now officially apart of the team, but I don't feel like it is going to stop me from having a great time with people. I will just have to get a little more creative about it.

The Day of Polite Social Interogation

Today was the day of my interview at the Hilton Garden Inn for a position as a morning server. Now as I am sure most of you know, interviews have got to be one of the weirdest social situations that you will ever have to face in your life--a complete stranger gets to basically unleash the Spanish Inquisition and you have to sit there and try to manage any awkward silences that might creep up.

However, I have to say that this was not the case. This time I had someone on the inside who paved the way for a smooth and, for once, enjoyable interview. My friend had done a little talking up on both sides, telling me all the reasons why I would like working there (aside from being able to work with her), and she talked to the Head Chef about what an amazing, bubbly person I am.

In her words I was basically hired and the interview was just for formalities.

I look like I should be the secretary of a superhero.

 

Of course, I didn't believe her. I dressed up and looked almost too professional for the type of job I was applying for and I was prepared to answer every Double Jeopardy question that Phil (the Head Chef) could throw at me. Which only increased my surprise when he admitted to printing out questions to ask me and then didn't ask any of them, instead he followed up with telling me that we were going to skip to if I had any questions and then just filling out the paperwork. After recovering from shock and gathering my wits about me long enough to ask a few intelligent questions, we sat back down and he started handing me forms to fill out and sign.

But don't forget that social decorum can NEVER be overlooked and there had to be a few questions about where I was from and where I go to school and my major studies. However, it was more in the form of casual conversation rather than trying to determine if I am secretly a schizophrenic drug dealer with a meth lab get up in my backyard. Even during the hour long wait for my joyous chance to urinate into a cup for these people I couldn't help, but be really excited to work with Phil and the crew at the hotel.

Granted, it is also a very nice, quiet hotel, but I felt like for once there was a relationship that was made prior to the realization that I should get to know these people so that I can work with them and be the most effective. And make sure that I will not be tempted into killing one of them or, even worse, them trying to kill me. So my advice is that if you are looking for a job try to make the interview a good one because not only is it their first impression of you, but it is also your first impression of them and it can really make or break the overall sentiment that you might have about the job. It also doesn't hurt to have a friend or two on the inside to talk you up, so if you have connections--use them!

Hiking + Rain = Really Awesome Photos, But Also a Broken Phone

I have been so focused with Summer and Freedom gracefully welcoming me into their arms that I have forgotten about moody Weather just waiting for the chance to come and ruin all of our fun. But I was not having it--I was sick of rain and so my friend, Sam, and I decided to go hiking out at Chickies Rock in Lancaster.

It has been cloudy and muggy all day, but for once I think the rain is going to hold off. Wrong. Of course Weather was kind enough to wait until we were about a quarter of the way into the hike, baiting me, because she knew I wouldn't give up so easily. And I didn't. Sam and I proceeded to clamber around on rocks that were a little slippery and I proceeded to have an afternoon that would be ranked high on the Really Really Fun Things I Do With My Friends list, ranking only a few slots under muddy trail  running with my boyfriend (also in the rain).

Also, this whole time I have been taking pictures not really too concerned because I am then putting the phone in my dry, safe shorts pocket. Until I realized that my pants pocket isn't dry or safe any longer. In fact we are both completely soaked. Yet, concern eludes me like the name of that song you heard in the car and is just on the tip of your tongue, but then you just shrug and keep living your life believing that the answer is going to magically smack you upside the head later in the day.

Believe me concern was smashing my head into a wall later in the afternoon when I am driving home to get ready for work and my phone is permanently frozen on this colorful reboot screen. So of course I take it to the Verizon store in hopes that they will be able to revive my drowned companion. I couldn't be that lucky.

The sales associate looked at me, looked at the phone, saw this red dot (which apparently is the K.O. sign for phones), and hands me a insurance card and circles the 1-800 number. "Make sure that when you call you tell them that it suffered water damage... a lot of it."

I barely contained my rage as I looked at him, my phone, and the number, How in the Holy Name of God was I supposed to call the number, when my phone was laying there brain dead?  I then see the website address and proceed to just leave the store, resigned to the fact that I am going to have to figure this out after work. Which I did. In a very angry and argumentative manner as Sam tried to figure out what was wrong over the internet. Internet tech support is not always a good thing.

Taking Photos in the rain. Smart.

The moral of this ridiculously drawn out story? That not having a phone, aside from the paranoia of "what am I going to do if something happens to me" or the stress of "my boyfriend is probably wondering if I am okay," is actually was really nice. If you want to disconnect from it for a night. So if you are ever in need of a nice, semi stressed, night just dump a bunch of water on your phone. You will be glad you did.

Invisible Ink

I am still new to the blog scene so go easy on me.

So the over all plan for this blog is that it is going to be the electronic version of a notebook/ idea book/ sketch board that I never can seem to keep up with in real life. I am still working on the reason as to why that is an almost impossible task for me.

I got nothing.

I honestly have no idea what this post is either. A moment for me to warm up my charm and wit and, for you, a test drive to see if you will actually like my writing voice enough to continue to read on in the future. If it is any consolation my titles are usually quite spectacular and catchy. Also, do not let me fool you into thinking that this blog is only going to be filled with the wondrous works of fiction that I manage to mold from the creative clay of gray matter in my brain--no. This blog will probably also contain short anecdotes of humor and stupidity, frustrated rants, confused queries, discussions about God, and the occasional love story. If this is of any interest to you,  welcome friend, and if not, well--just look away because this was nothing, but invisible ink to you.