See ya in July

Ick-phoos.

Yes, I went to Ichthus this year. I could never possibly hope to detail it in such riveting fashion as Mr. Acheson, so I'll just link you to his amazing narrative of the most weekend-like day ever. Indeed, it's hard to believe that the whole thing was almost exactly 24 hours, including the 5 hours in the car.
Can I just say that Wilmore in June resembles the Sahara (Trey's observation, but quite true). I'm such a genius that I packed 2 t-shirts (both dark-colored), 2 pairs of jeans, a pair of sweatpants, and 2 freaking sweatshirts. Then we got to Wilmore in the afternoon yesterday, and it felt like it was over 100 degrees. On the other hand, Trey, Lauren, and Atch all complain that it was freezing last night. Admittedly, once I left the campfire, it was a little chilly, but those three are exaggerating, I slept warm and cozy on the hard ground.
A few other memorable items:

• The freaking sweet instruments: the sitar from Poor Man's Riches, and the keytar and Guitar Hero controller that Crowder had.


• The way that everything just barely fit in LFD's car (as Atch calls it, the buddamimdedoubleyou).


• The lunch meat sandwiches, delicately placed in 12 grains of goodness. Not to mention the food that LFD thought was gross, but actually tasted delicious. Leading, of course, to the best line of the entire trip: "After all the lunchmeat we've been through?!?!"


• The way my 6-person, 2-room tent looked absolutely pathetic, forcing us to tie it to the ground with string and bungee cords.


• Having Dr. Pepper come out my nose at Wendy's when Atch used the word "fpoon." Seriously, it was hilarious to me.


• LFD forcing me to accompany her across the freaking campgrounds to roast a marshmallow at the campfire of the only people daring enough to have open flames ("It's against the rules, don't light one, but I don't want a fire, but the handbook says...")


• The iPod shuffley challenge. Basically, Atch makes a playlist of songs on someone's iPod, and then we all compete to see who can name the artist and song title first. It got a bit intense. For example, you'd hear one chord, and Lauren and I both would start screaming "Duhh... umm... DAVID CROWD-NO-THIRD EYE BLIND... uhhhh... jufdsho!!!", competing for points (I lost 3 out of the 4 rounds).


• Constantly being reminded by Chris that it wasn't a weekend, it was a freakin' Thursday.


• The hefty guy next to me who David Crowder told me to wrap my arms around, and the terrible stench that lingered on that sweatshirt thereafter.


• Losing our voices to the chorus of "You are my joy"

I could go on and on, but it might start to get a bit ridiculous. And alas...

Live big, stay classy.

Why do only Annie, Katie and I update?

No offense to the Daytons or Atch, I love reading your blogs just as much. But I feel like a nerd every time I click through all six blogs and see the same six stories that I've already read. Then I realized hey, if I'm going to get picky about updates, the least I could do would be, yknow.... update.
1- This has been a great week for relaxation. Because of the way Cheeseburger's scheduling works, I somehow got 5 days off work. I haven't been in since Saturday. It's been great to waste the day away doing absolutely nothing productive.
2- This will be a crazy weekend. I'm leaving in about an hour to go to Ichthus (Woodstock for worship music) with Atch and the Daytons. It should be a great time. We're camping out, seeing David Crowder, Third Day, Jars of Clay, and a couple other bands, then hitting the road tomorrow morning. As soon as I get home I have senior pictures (hopefully I'll have time to shower off the mud and grime of Ichthus), and then work. And since I'm working a Friday night, it may be kinda hectic.
3- I get my SAT scores back a week from today. No big deal, I know, but I'm a little bit excited.
4- Elevation is just around the corner. 11 days, to be exact. My family this year is going to be the most dominant family of all 6 Elevations. (I realized last night that I've now been going on this trip for half a freakin' decade. I'm old.) Sarah Meadows and Matt Johnson are my psuedo-parents, and my siblings include Mimosa, the Russian, Peepers, James S, Hillary P, Lyndsey S, and Ross K. Basically, prepare to be owned. But not in basketball... because, sad is it sounds, I may be the best player on my team. I know. Pretty sad.

Well, I should probably finish packing. Pray that no tornados tear Ichthus apart this year, and I'll see you cats later.

Live big, stay classy.

(Insert pun here as blog title)

So, yeah, I got a job. Again.
This time around, I won't be saving lives or wearing a swimsuit... there we go, take a sigh of relief in knowing that I do not hold your life in my hands, and you probably will not be seeing my pasty thighs any time soon.
Rather, I'm following in the footsteps of Dustin and LFD and hosting @ a restaurant. Specifically, Cheeseburger in Paradise in Eastgate. I realize that it has cheeseburger in the title, but it's no McDonald's- it's kind of like Red Robin for Jimmy Buffet fanatics. Seriously. It's named after the song, and the stupid song comes on every hour on the hour. I basically just wear a polo and khakis and escort people to their tables. The hard parts are:
-Memorizing the table numbers- they go from 1 to 76.
-Making sure all of the servers get an equal ammount of tables
-Folding the silverware into the napkin... I'm incredibly slow.
Aside from that, it's a cushy job. While I don't make much money by the hour, the tips more than make up for it. Not to mention the discounted food I get, which is great since my parents are out of town this weekend and I'm in charge of feeding myself. I just finished the most delicious chicken... delicious. Come visit me sometime.

ELEVATION in 17 DAYS!!

Live big, stay classy.