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| - Someone Else's Arms Hey all...
I'll be in Wichita October 14-18. Does anyone want to go see 5 Guys Named Moe with me this weekend? I really want to go...
Or does anyone just want to hang out sometime? I'm sure I'll be bored. I get home Friday night, so hit up my cell: 402-202-0331. Later! | | |
| Hey everybody... Athlon Sports is doing the Sideline Spirit contest, in which they feature cheerleaders from each of the BCS conference schools throughout the football season. My friend and sorority sister Abbie Gustafson is Nebraska's pick and she's in the round 2 contest. If you guys could help her and her squad out and vote for her at http://www.athlonsports.com/spirit/index.php?id=3 that would be super! You can vote once a day until October 15. The winner of round 2 goes to the finals and the winner in the final round receives $1000 for their squad. =)
Thanks for your support guys! I know she'd appreciate all the votes she can get. Leave a comment once you vote, too, so I know that you helped out! | | |
| I have 5 days left in Wichita. Leavin' early Saturday morning. Gotta be moved into the dorm by noon. | | |
| Yesterday afternoon I went out to Lawrence Dumont for a bit of NBC baseball. After an hour of chilling with good friends and a bit of baseball watching, we caravanned to Carlos O'Kelley's (which is a very un-spanish sounding name for a Mexican restaurant) where Chip-eating, musical chairs, and drinking of "virgin rum and coke on the rocks" ("Ok, but it'll have to be Pepsi") ensued. After filling up on chips, we were escorted to the upper room of the restaurant, where we passed around the ceramic cat, ate more chips, and actually ordered some food. Good meal aside, Dane (from Wellington), Chris (from Anthony) and I piled back into Chris's Sister's MX6. I was the shortest of the three, so I laid down in the backseat so Dane could scoot his seat back and have enough leg room for himself.
We returned to Lawrence Dumont and the three of us sat on the hood of my car (me in the middle) talking about this, that, and the other. There was much discussion of college. Chris is headed out to Seton Hall U in Jersey, and Dane, who is 3 days older than myself, has one more year of high school. The three of us laid back against the windshield, and noted that there were a total of 5 stars visible in the night sky as observed from downtown Wichita. Probably not what the ruralites were used to. After a while, a black woman with unkempt hair, a baggy purple shirt, and drawstring jeans came up to us...
WOMAN: mumble, mumble, mumble, ...light? [holding out cigarette]
[Dane, Chris, and I look at each other semi-confused, then shake our heads]
US: No, sorry.
WOMAN: mumble, mumble, ...car? [gesturing toward car]
[I reach for my purse confusedly, then...]
ME: Oh, yea, I guess I do have a lighter in my car.
[I get out my keys, unlock the door, and push in the car lighter]
WOMAN: mumble, mumble mumble, ...leak. [walking around to the back of my car]
[...confused]
DANE: Did she say she was going to go take a leak?
[I look back and sure enough, the woman had dropped trou and was squatting there in the Lawrence Dumont parking lot. The three of us looked at each other bearing the same expressions: "wtf???" I glance back toward her again a minute or two later, and she's standing, pulling her pants up, with her shirt tucked up under her chin, white bra fully visible. She walked back around toward us, still tying her pants. Chris, seeing that I was fully freaked out, took my keys and fetched the cigarette lighter. Upon further inspection, I notice that the woman now has not one but two cigarettes dangling from her lips. He lit one for her.]
WOMAN: mumble, mumble, ...think that'll do.
CHRIS: Ok, you're welcome.
DANE: Did she really just go to the bathroom behind your car?
ME: Yea. That was really weird. Is she still standing there?
[at this moment the woman came around from behind me and stood in front of us three, as if she intended to join our conversation. She appeared to notice the black leather-strung horse-hoof-nail crosses the three of us wore, and pulled a purple-ribboned gold medal out from beneath her shirt.]
WOMAN: mumble medal... mumble, mumble
US: Cool.
[it seemed that she now told us perhaps where the medal came from, but who knows?]
WOMAN: [holding medal toward us] mumble, mumble, mumble, mumble
CHRIS: Oh, cool.
DANE: Well, we should probably be getting back to the game. to woman We're gonna go back to the game now, we'll see you later...
CHRIS & I: Bye
WOMAN: mumble, mumble, mumble
[I pushed the 'lock' button on my keys once more and we walked quickly back toward the stadium gates.]
DANE: Well, that doesn't happen every day.
It was...weird. And we seriously could not understand what that woman was saying. Maybe she was drunk? | | |
| Hey, for those who care...
New cell phone:
(402)202-0331
Hit me up, baby.
And if anyone would like to keep in touch (which I hope is ALL of you), comment/email me with your address (school and home), phone numbers, emails, birthdays, any other pertinent info you think I might enjoy... yep, thanks. | | |
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