Kung-fu and nose sweat

Today, things occurred.

It started with attempting to parallel park a mini van in a makeshift parking spot in an elementary school parking lot with my mom, who was freaking out while I kept my cool. Parallel parking a mini van isn't my idea of fun, at all, nor something that I plan on doing ever again. I then embarked on my last driving hour before my road test and the driving instructor passed me hesitantly. I was pumped beyond belief because I didn't think it would happen. I then got home, got ready to Moriah's for lunch and realized I had to take the bus which came by in the following five minutes. I ran to the bus stop in the insane humidity, walked for twenty minutes and arrived to her pleasant little garden luncheon, sweaty and drowsy. We ate a strange assortment of food and then lazed on blankets on the lawn for a while.

Tonight I went to the city's 'Idol' competition by the boardwalk with Katie and managed several things, while forgetting one basic principle of being around groups of people: when you are standing in a crowd, people around you can hear you when you talk. For example, I humored the guy standing in front of me because I was stating to Katie that my nose was sweating badly*. I forgot how strange things I say and comment on must sound to people who don't know me/ are under the influence of something**. There were this enthusiastic drunk woman standing on a bar patio behind us, singing along in a slurred, raspy shout.

When we were walking back to the car this group of kids in front of me suddenly assembled into stances suggesting that a game of Kung-fu was about to erupt. I jumped in, partially out of habit and partially out of not wanted to miss this opportunity to play a game of Kung-fu with strangers***. Katie rolled her eyes and stood watching me play Kung-fu with five teenaged guys, unbeknownst to either of us, at 10:30 at night, in a courtyard full of teenagers. The guys just rolled with it. I'm one of the cool kids, yo.

Then we drove home in our small dance party like manner.

I drank an ice capp at around 8pm and I'm still wired from the caffeine. Should be a fun night, considering that it's 12:45am. 

* As my nose is prone to doing when I wear my outrageous hipster glasses on humid days.
** I may have gotten a little second high from an old man smoking a joint while standing near me, in a crowd surrounded by security. This city's classiness never ceases to amaze me.
*** Strangely, this isn't the first incident of this (rather specific scenario) occurring. It also happened in a courtyard in Boston when people from my choir found another choir hanging around a mall. I won that game. It was one of the few moments in which I've truly shined.
Love,
-J-