Posts Tagged ‘bars’

wooo-oooo (the title is meant to be sung to the tune of the “Duck Tales” theme. Remember that show? My favorite part was when the uncle (what was his name) swam through his money-filled room.)

Warning: This post is going to have to been broken into parts, because it’s a) crazy and b) long.

Yall, three shifts in a row is C-R-A-Z-Y. Anyone who tells you otherwise is LYING. Just to clarify three shifts in a row means working 12 hours, 12 hours off, working 12 hours, and so on, not 36-hours of working straight. That is even CRAZIER! Pulling three in a row is the norm for nurses working nights, so maybe I’ll get used to it, but by the afternoon of my third day I was completely useless. The good news is it’s over! And my preceptor is AMAZING! I was a little worried because she came across as a bit hard-to-please when I was in clinical, but she is a delight! God is so good to me.
Be careful when you write “shifts” that you do not forget the “f”, I’ve had to edit the word every time I’ve typed it, eek!

Part 1
In other news, last weekend we went to the Lake (pictures to come). There were 14 of us there in all, which makes my heart swell with happiness. I love being around my family! One of my cousin’s husbands came for ONE night and brought the love of my life, little Ethan (stay tuned for naked baby pictures!). We had a HUGE steak dinner Saturday night, with every starch you could think of; rolls, baked potatoes and corn on the cob, yum!
As I drove down, I was envisioning all of us gathering in a circle to play spoons and laugh at the yunguns and such. Yeah, now that my cousins are grown, they like to “go out”, as in bars and such. Which are totally my style, as you know. So Friday we go to this place that has a pool. Unfortunately the pool water looked no more appealing than the lake water (sorry lake, I LOVE YOU but not your e.coli infestations). But it wasn’t crowded, so I overcame my obsessive need for sanitation and rolled with it. Later than night we ended up at the same place, only the bar side. Never one to lightly dismiss classiness, this place was having a “foam party”. For the record, I thought (and HOPED) that foam parties had died in 2000. Not so, or at least, not so at the Lake. We sneaked a peak at the foam party and spy two, maybe three girls dancing in the foam descending from the heavens, er, top of the tent. These girls were MAYBE, MAYBE 18. And wearing their bikinis and cowboy hats. Not to be outdone by the amount of absurd cliches ALREADY present, there were middle-aged men staring at the party, making no attempt to disguise their leering. I’m sure they were fascinated with the foam-making process.

to be continued….

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