Summer Time AnoMALIE

I'm exhausted.
It's difficult being the body guard of 3 sort of inebriated girls.
It's like having 3 small children to run after while screaming "You come back here, you hear me?! Don't you go bothering strangers!" "You stay away from that creepy fellow over there! I don't need you missing then all of a sudden turning up floating in some canal in Southern California..." (OK, maybe my mom was the only one who used the latter... but it sure as hell kept me from wondering around).

I've lived here since... I was born... and my parents have visited the strip each time a family member from outside Vegas comes to visit. But it took me 22 years to make it to the strip and act like a tourist... camera and all. What a shame.

It was... entertaining. While I do admit that the entire time I was at Caesar's Palace I kept having flashbacks of the one time I went as "chaperone" for a date my little sister had a couple years back. Those flashbacks were neither entertaining, nor pleasant. I could have been enjoying the damn thing, I mean... we were having fun with the drinks my three friends had. We would make the shortest girl of the group drink out of the foot-long margarita glass each time we were in front of security (the girl's around... man... I don't know... four foot... eight? But she's 22, probably older than me). They'd just stare at the guy who would give her the drink... I'm sure thinking "Man, that's one fucked up father!"
But nooooooo... I had to be thinking shit like "Ew... that's where Little Sister and *BitchLiarwhodidSisterVERYwrong* were... oh man... get it out of my head!" or "When we were going down this cool escalator, Little Sister and *BitchLiarwhodidSisterVERYwrong* were going at it like there was no tomorrow..."
Those two ruined my life... fucking... hormonal teenagers.

But anyway... I had fun, I suppose... although I did get a little sad thinking FutureDentistFriend will be gone and our dates will be no more (you know, until she drops by to visit every other month)... and no more Kickboxing instructor stories will be shared (more like... no more talk about how fantastic the instructor is. He's like, the poster boy for the gym... that shit's crazy).

At least now we'll have "When you were buzzed..." stories.
She was an adorable buzzed girl.
-She's adorable with her dental stories (she was telling us about how easy it is to knock out an Asian with anesthesia, but how redheads have a hard time and that they usually come back from it all violent. That was funny... and totally out of the blue when she said that).
-And when she talked about how awesome her mentor is (a dude I was pretty pissed at this past semester, but when I saw my final grade in his class, I could have kissed the man).
-And how she looked surprised when I told her I was Mexican:
FutureDentistFriend: You speak like... 4 different languages...so what are you?
Me: Mexican!
FDF's eyes get wide.
Me: I mean... I'm a U.S. citizen... I love America. I was born here... so I'm American... but I'm Mexican because of my parents... so I'm... Mexican-American. (Shit, and I'm the sober one here and I'm stuttering like an idiot... it was the damn chocolate fountain! That shit Mesmerized me to the point where I was functioning like a drunk...)
-And she was adorable when she was going crazy taking pictures with strangers (the sober ones: me, Chase, ShortGirl, and BoyWhoEnjoyedGivingShortGirlDrinksInFrontOfSecurity gave the drunken trio the idea to hunt down tourists wearing certain colors and then taking pictures with them, thinking it wouldn't peak their interest... but they got so into it, we sober ones started fearing for our safety once we noticed the type of people the drunken trio were going after, i.e. attached men who had their sometimes irritated girlfriends scowling at us for going up to her man).

Lovely way to spend a Sunday night (I say that with no sarcasm... I really did enjoy myself even if my feet were a little in pain).

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Anyway, let me make this announcement: Summer tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime!
Yes, I know it officially began last week, but it takes a while for me to realize this because certain things need to occur before I can officially declare my persona being in Summer Time mode (yeah, I'm a completely different person during the summer than during any other season of the year).

I begin to realize I'm being Summer Time AnoMALIE when:
1) I start sleeping in... sort of.
2) I definitely stay up late (Go to bed before 3 in the morning? Not this chick. It's kind of like insomnia)
3) I start O.D.ing on cherries, even if they cost 6 bucks a pound (O.M.G. Don't get me started on cherries. I... adore them)
4) I become addicted to cherry tomatoes! (mmmmmm. Just... mmm)
5) ...and Watermelon! (Oh man...)
6) ... and Lemonade! (stttttop thinking about this, AnoMALIE, damn it!)
7) I crave Slurpees at any time of the day, especially if I'm in an area where 7-11's are nowhere to be found (I'm usually scared of 7-11's during the other 3 seasons)
8) I crave Ice Cream at night (I fight this one with all my being!)
9) I can't stop thinking about, dreaming about, and talking about MEXICOOOOOOOOOO! (Ahhhh!! Although... I'll be sort of alone... and it's gonna be a little difficult to assimilate to the fact that Grandpa won't be there to give me really hot chiles... or be there to give me apples to feed his horses... or make me angry with his little jokes... or tell me I look elegant in my Sunday clothes... or tell me stories about his Korea days. Man... it's going to be hard)
10) I start having nightmares every night of the week (I hate this... but alas, it ain't summer unless I am abruptly awoken from my "dream" with my heart racing and sweat running down my face).
11) I vomit at least once... reason sometimes unknown (yeah... most definitely true. There has not been a summer where I have kept my cardiac spincter happy and working properly)

Summer time... I love it... even if it does have me sweating bullets at night, and vomiting in the morning (what the fuck... do I mysteriously become pregnant over the summer?).