I don't even know if I can capture all the moments in words and the ones I can attempt have to be vague so I don't offend anyone. Also, I can't remember most of them anymore, probably because I drank Diet Coke yesterday (everyone knows aspartame increases memory loss). So already I know this is going to be an amazing blog entry.
Let me just give you a quick list of the highlights.
In the morning, before work, when I was rushing around (a touch more crazy than usual since Mark was out of town), Marina decided she would answer every inquiry with "in my BUTT". Eli asked her where Mr. Foofy was (I have no idea what this means) and Marina shouted back, "in my BUTT". While this was funny, I honestly have no idea where it came from. For fun, I asked Marina where her socks were and where I should put her glass of milk... Looks like she is going to be a worthy member of our family, after all. Phew!
Later in the day, I was minding my own business when someone came up to me to have what seemed to be a regular conversation exchange. About a line into it though, this someone exclaimed, "I'm so nervous, I can't stop pooping! I've been in the bathroom all day!" I was so flabbergasted, I didn't know how to react. I barely was able to mutter an "Oh really?" This wasn't someone who I regularly trade bathroom stories with (there is an exclusive club with these rights). She "dropped" this bomb out of no where. As the talker changed over to a more conservative topic, I kept hearing the line repeated in my head and could not contain myself. I was giggling at inappropriate times and my face was hurting from trying to from smiling. I have very little self control when it comes to toilet stories.
In the evening, my sister and I went to an event that my dad invited us to. It was amazingly random, put on by the Spanish Club at the local college. There was food and a Latin Cumbia band.
*Side note: I'm totally shocked by what the "kids these days" are wearing. When did people stop wearing pants in public?
As we sat at the tables, the lights went down and the band started blaring. Out of no where, people ran from their seats and started dancing. And we aren't talking the normal feet-shuffling wedding reception dancing, these people were all out professional-style Latin dancing. I could only sit and stare. Here is a very dark and noisy video that does no justice to the kind of impressive moves we saw. Apparently cell phone cameras don't work well in the dark.
We went out a few times to attempt to copy some moves. A very tall girl asked me to dance with her. I mumbled some kind of awkward refusal. My non-confrontational sister had to dance two very uncomfortable sets with different people, while I giggled nearby.
All the time I sat in my chair, all I could think is, "Man, this has been the weirdest day." We wanted to stay there watching the amazing dancing people longer but after my dad left at 9:30 pm, we felt that we were sitting ducks for the crazies. I didn't want anymore ladies asking me to dance.
Speaking of random, I can't stop watching this little gem in the shaky pants...
I actually wish every day could be like this. Laughter does wonders for a high-strung freak-show like me.
i <3 you :)
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