Southern Hospitality

Long time no blog, eh kiddies? I do apologize, but I've been busy with finals, vacation, work, and junk. I know, I know they're just excuses, but the plus side is that... I'm back, right?

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Moving onward.... I'm just going to skip the bitching about finals and final projects because I want to put it all behind me. It was a big and complicated ordeal that I want to forget. So, I'll just end that subject with these four words: (1) final (2) projects (3) are (4) stupid...

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So, most of you already know that Mel and I went on a week vacation to the East coast area. We went to New Jersey, Connecticut, Massachusetts, and of course New York. It was a lot of fun, but it seriously went by way too fast. We got to visit some family and I met up with an old friend, Jonah, and site see. Overall the trip was a success. Surprisingly, my mother did let us have a vacation on our own. It may be the last one...but I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

Even though, up East is a lot of fun and the weather is fairly cooler than the South, there were some downsides....

Number 1: Traffic- OK. So I thought I-35 in Austin was unbearable, try waiting in traffic for hours and then every few miles pay a ridiculous toll. Yeah, that will get your blood boiling. Oh, and a word of advice...Don't EVER drive in Boston. It was by far one of the worst transportation experiences in my life. If I could choose between walking 20 miles versus driving 5 in Boston...I'd gladly tie up my Nikes because F that place.

Number 2: Politeness- If you're an avid follower of my blog you have already read my post about etiquette. If not you can take a gander by clicking --> here. Anyway, I didn't appreciate Southern hospitality as much as I do now until our East coast trip. So, apparently I was wrong in assuming that workers such as food industry employees should at least acknowledge you when you arrive at an establishment.... I stand corrected. Just one example is when Mel and I went to McDonald's to grab something quick I stood in line to order and when it was my turn, I politely waited to be "called on" to order. Maybe a, "Hi, may I take your order?" or a, "Are you ready?" Nope nothing. So, I just waited in front of the cashier for a good few minutes and she just stared at me while I waited. Once, I realized that I was the one who supposed to initiate conversation, I awkwardly said, "Uh, yeah hello. Could I please get..." I was overly nice in effort to compensate for her inconsideration. Also, something else rude and disgusting happened at this McDonald's. Mel and I were sitting inside just taking a break, and this dude next to us flat out rips out the loudest fart I've ever heard. My only response was to say out loud, "Oh....my.....God..." He apparently had earphones so I guess he assumed what he couldn't hear no one else could either. But, that was certainly not the case. It was disgusting.

Another thing... How many of you smile at someone when they make eye contact with you? I know I do most of the time, unless I'm utterly surprised by the way they look. Well, don't try that crap up East, they'll just give you a straight up dirty look. I know that these things don't apply to every person who resides in the East coast, but I'm just presenting a trend that I picked up on.

Number 3: Stereotypes- Just because you're from Texas doesn't mean that you have a thick Southern-drawl. Mel and I stayed at the Oak N' Spruce Resort in South Lee, MA. Lee is a small town, probably smaller than Kerrville and with less people, I would say. Anyway, being in a small town they don't have a big supermarket like Wal-Mart or anything. So, we found a small grocery shop called, Price Chopper. It kinda reminds me of Super-S. Well, my God mother, Alicia wanted us to buy some lottery plays for her in the different states. So, we saw that in Price Chopper they sold Mega Millions and so forth. We got a few quick picks and of course it never fails, my ID is needed to verify I'm over the age of 18. I get carded everywhere... even at the movies when I want to watch a rated R film... Anyway, she saw that we were from Texas and said, "Oh, my God. You're from Texas?!" We of course told her we were and she went on and on about how she would of never guessed because we don't have accents. "Where are your accents? There was this guy that came in the other day from Texas, and I barely could understand what he was saying. Haha you all talk funny." ....Yeah, really funny, uneducated small town girl that probably has 20 babies at home...

Number 4: Six Flags New England- OK the park overall was decent and they actually had a really fun ride called the Bizarro. But, get this... There is not ONE water fountain in the whole park? WTF right? OK, I get that they're trying to make as much profit as possible, but come on. You pay close to 50 bucks to get in and you can't even get lukewarm tap water for free? I think that's straight up bullshit.

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OK, enough about the trip. I'll have to post my pics up sometime soon.

***WARNING: PLEASE NOTE EXTREME SUBJECT CHANGE***

So, I've had my share of weird dreams, but I've recently had one that for sure should make some kind of top list. I can't remember all of the exact details so bear with me. Ok here goes...

So, in my dream I'm some kind of professional athlete. The setting is a basketball court and everyone has on basketball uniforms and yada yada. But, here's the twist. We're not playing with a basketball. Instead of a ball it's a stick of deodorant and instead of a basket it's a place to apply the deodorant, like a huge armpit or something...I can't really remember. All I know is that it was exactly like playing basketball, everyone was running hard and playing defense. Also, apparently in my dream I was really good at this deodorant/basketball sport and I could do the equivalent to a "dunk" with the deodorant stick..... Haha I know, I know this is way, way, way out there. I woke up and was completely confused. I've only told a few people this story and all got the same response: What the hell?

So, what do youskies think? Can anyone top this weird dream with your own. I'd like to hear 'bout 'em. Please comment by clicking HERE.