Happy Birthday to my Bestest Friend

As promised, I am updating my blog for my best friend. Coincidentally, it is also her birthday today. Happy 23rd Emilia. I wish I could be there celebrating with you!!

Anyways, I haven't updated this because nothing exciting happens in my life.

Let me see 2 weekends ago, I went out in Virginia beach with 5 or 6 other LTs here (all females). That was fun. It's nice to know that I have people to go out with when I need to, but none of them are like best friend material or anything. It's more of friendships of convenience. But maybe I'll become better friends with them as time goes on.

Oh well. There were some pretty sketchy ass people in Virginia Beach though. We went to this bar that literally had stripper poles in the middle of the dance floor on platforms. And for a while there, there were a bunch of fat cows for some kind of bachlorette party dancing on them, as well as some guy who had to have been in his 60s. I was scarred. I took my first red headed slut shot. And let me tell you, I like red heads, but apparently not the sluts. THAT WAS NASTY. I hate Jagger. After that, I didn't drink much because it was crazy enough to watch everything that was happening at the bar. Drinking was not necessary.

A couple company commanders (captains) somehow found us at this bar and hung out for a while, but I believe most of them are married and pretty boring. Lame. The rest of the night was pretty uneventful, except for the last 5 minutes. When the lights came on for last call, some guy came over to me and asked if I wanted to dance. I politely declined while thinking in my head that was the dumbest pickup line ever. Who asks someone to dance at last call? You had all night. Clearly, he was desperately looking for someone to go home with. Sorry, I require someone with a bit more game. Next, a guy that had been talking to my friend Sam, asked me if she had a boyfriend because he was "so damn into her" because she was "so hot" (I swear to god his accent made him sound like he was from the Jersey Shore). I thought about telling him that she would never be interested in him because she prefers something a little more feminine (aka she is gay), but I decided to just tell him she was taken). Then, as we were walking out to leave, some guy grabbed my friend's ass (as she was walking in front of me). So of course, I slapped his hand away and told him not to even think about it. I mean seriously, what the fuck? All of a sudden the lights go on at a bar and guys desperately make moves to get laid. And no a single one of them thought that maybe TALKING to a girl would be the first step??

I think I'm going back down to Virginia Beach one of the nights this weekend because my friend from high school Allison is stationed down there for 6 months for Marine Inel school. Woohoo. Now I have a place to stay that is closer to bars. Newport News is really quite boring.

Last weekend I went home because we had a 4 day. Sheldon meowed the entire way home. He is really becoming more of a devil cat. When I got to my house, he all but attacked my dog (who he had previously been nice to when I got him), and then he proceeded to follow around my poor cat who wanted nothing to do with him. Plus, he is not as lovey as he was when I first got him. He is more pushy about getting food and attacking my necklaces. I swear, he was just nice at the shelter so someone would take him home. He is actually a skizophrentic freak.

At home, I got to lead a couple workouts for my mom's diving team and they DIED. They all claimed that I should be a personal trainer, blah, blah, blah. No I am not actually that good, they just are all out of shape. The boys on the team liked it though, even though most of them were not as good at push ups, squats, etc, as they thought they were. They didn't like me correcting their form every few seconds. Oh well. I think it would be fun to be a personal trainer, but alas I have no time. Maybe when I retire from the Army.

Beyond that, it was a pretty chill weekend. I went to the bar with my mom Friday AND Saturday night. LOL. It's pretty sweet to drink with my parents and their friends. Although I feel kind of like a loser, they are hilarious. Plus, Saturday night one of my dad's friends (an FBI agent) was playing live at a bar. And his band is AWESOME. I don't care if they are close to my parent's age, they play good music and are fun.

So now I am sitting at work, trying to keep myself busy. I don't really have a lot of jobs to do, so I just pass the time until lunch, go home for an hour, then pass the time until 5 when I go to the gym. Really exciting life.

Right now, I am trying to plan a vacation somewhere. I want to go to Vegas over one of our 4 day weekends. Hotel prices are very reasonable, but flights there are over $500. It ridiculous. I want to go on a cruise somewhere. I just can't plan it too close to the summer because I am going to Ireland with my parents at the end of August for 5 days.

Oh in other news, I got approved to get PRK laser eye correction!! Yay. So now I am on a 4-6 month waiting list. I will get an email at the beginning of the month I am selected to get it, and then get the surgery at the end of that month (the last surgery). I can't wait!! But that could also put a snag in any of the vacations I plan, if it happens to coincide with that week I will be out of commission because of the surgery.