Post- Party Update

As you can tell by today's date, as well as the title of this entry, my birthday has occured. Entirely too much fanfare for my preference, but hey, I've never said no to good Indian food, or a roll in the sand (as I fall down the dunes whilst trying to sandboard, of course ;p)

So anywho, Tuesday afternoon-ish was when Sarah and Tim and I met up to head out (Brent's car died so he couldn't join us, and Sarahj... jury's still out on that one), and before taking off we stopped in at Jung's Mongolian Grill. Sarah and I had normal-sized amounts of noodly chickeny goodness, and Tim.... well, Tim had a LOT of different kinds of meat and bits and his pile on the grill was larger than Sarah and I's, put together and fluffed up. This is important, so remember: Sarah and Meghan, normal amounts of food, and Tim was gobbling a meat buffet. hehehe... but, I disintegrate.

We drove over to Florence without incident, managing to hit the construction on the hill just right. Picked up Kyle and his bag'o'wood bits, then headed over to the hotel to check in. The room wasn't ready, so a nice beach stroll ensued for... an hour and a half? two hours? I don't know. All I know is that my phone still sounds like it's crunching up sand every time it rings, and that the toom was ready when we got back. Nice room, btw, mil gracias mami.

Pizza dinner on the docks. Went over and met up with Zac and Suzy and Codi. Saw this design that Kyle is thinking of getting a tattoo of. Rather like it, actually. We went out to the North Jetty and bonfired until Tim's Massive Meal of Meat decided to not agree with the Piping Pizza of Goodness (sorry, alliteration- not so much), and the munching of salad mix didn't quell the swell. However, there were some awesome shooting stars to be seen.

Went back to the hotel, where Tim's stomach contents made regular appearances. Poor poor boy. No worries though, I talked to him today, and he is well again. Or at least as well as one can be if said individual wears a coyote tail, rollplays, and boffs one's mates for fun. -shakes head in amazement-

The next morning at o'dark'thirty (7.30), my parents and sister called to sing "Happy Birthday" to me... I think... I went back to sleep afterwards. Then around 10.30, somebody remembered that the check-out time was 11, and rapid-fire showers ensued. We got out of there by 11.30 or so. Went back to Kyle's house for waffles and frozen fruit (except Tim- he had an apple and some juice... but this was at least 8 hours after the last porcelain-prayer, i made sure of that). Sarah and Tim went back to Eugene, and Kyle and I went sandboarding. I think that if one didn't have to run up the FREAKING HOT SAND every time one slid down the dune on one's ass, it would've been better. Earlier in the morning, possibly. I am now burnt on my face/arms. And freckly. Border-line leper-esque, actually. Or maybe leopard-esque... mweh.

Drive back was uneventful, and I got home just in time for a rather tasty meal out at Taste of India, then dessert at Sweet Life. Ah, what a sweet life it is. Except when you're falling asleep at the table and there's a Grasshopper Orb of goodness in front of you. Then, the sweetest life possible is sleep life.

Then today, at 7.30, it was back to the real world, nannying. I've been on the move ever since (well, minus a quality nap), and believe that again, Sleep Life is good. Cheers!

---Meghan