the thin line between optimism and delusion…

I had a spectacular weekend. I don’t have time to give all the details, but lets just say that I look like a kid that just got back from an irresponsible summer camp. I have bug bites all over me and lots of bruises. Bug bites are what happens when spend too much time outside in rural Georgia and bruises are what happen when you (or at least, I) drink beer. Drove down Thursday with Anne and Cristina – stopped through in Augusta so I could vote (we also ate lunch with my dad at favorite sandwich place, picked up food from my mom, and kissed the dogs).

Friday we spent the day on the beach, it was 85 degrees and partly cloudy. And everywhere I looked was an old friend and a new friend. There was a dance off around 5 – involving mostly guys – that a large portion of the beach took part in. Friday night was random and scattered – chatted with old boyfriends and old crushes – it was like a time warp – but also tons of fun – and I made the correct decision to go home with my friends before it got to late. Okay, I will give details, I’ve already started.

Allison brought me back all the stuff I left in Sea Island from Saturday night when I went to the house she was staying in for a dance party and a late night swim after we got off the bus. Important things recovered:
1. Cell phone
2. Black rainbow flip flops which I love with all my being
3. Digital Camera – complete with exceptional photos from the weekend.
4. Adorable leather flask purchased in Rome that holds great sentimental value and which I just recently recovered from parents home.
5. New Koozie from North Atlanta National Bank – Jessie’s contribution to the weekend.
6. A bit of cash that I desperately need.
7. Favorite Lipstick collection (chubby, lipstick, two glosses, and a tube chap stick – the blue kind).
8. Drivers License
9. Favorite t-shirt (50/50 blend) – "My Dad is an Old Dawg" – UGA football letterman club shirt (wasn’t that worried about this one, I have about six)
10. Black clutch pocketbook that has been through a lot with me.

Now, as bad as this sounds, most of these things were in my pocketbook, and as such – lose one thing and lose a lot is the case. And to be fair, I knew that I had left my pocketbook seconds after leaving the driveway, but Allison, as driver, said she would bring them to me, and I wasn’t worried (she did say that she found my pocketbook, flip flops and cell phone scattered about the house, but the important thing is that she found them).

back to chronological order:
Saturday:
The bus down to the game worked out perfectly. So this is how it works. The game is in Jacksonville. But everyone stays up and down the coast. Most of my friends stay in St. Simons/Sea Island or in Amelia/Fernendia. St. Simons is about an hour and a half from Jacksonville – 2 hours on game day. So most people charter buses in order to make things safe and easy. But it is a huge hassle to get together. And you always run the risk of being on a bus with people you don’t know, or worse, don’t like. Because it is always pretty random. It was wonderful to get on a bus with people I like a lot, especially after speaking with my roommate from freshman year who was on a bus with a group of people that I could not have handled. But it made me love my old roommate that she felt the same way.

The game was awesome, I did get really sleepy at one point during half time, but while play was going on, I was in tune. Hot dog count – 3. Dip -n- Dots – 1. Coca- Colas – 3. Got to hang out with Travers – always a good time.

The bus ride home from the game was one of the most fun things I have done in years. We had a dance party all the way home – we popped champagne – and I just have to hand it to whoever had the mixed cds that we listened to, because they kept everyone awake, this was no time for people to go to sleep. All the other bus rides back to St. Simons I have experienced involved reasons to sleep – we lost. This time, we won. Overall, the bus ride was a success. The house we stayed in was a success – the people made all the difference here as well. I got a new t-shirt at the game, and I made some new awesome friends. At after bus dance party – danced to "Thriller" about seven more times, also spent some quality time dancing to other Michael Jackson songs (before and after swimming). Wow. No wonder I am the worst law student in America.

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