R decided to decline the writing of the blog post this week which I think is super lame! She is the one who is the writer in this group. So I guess we are stuck with me…
I graduated from UCSC (& I am absolutely a slug at heart) in December and decided to get reunited with my roots by moving back to WYO for a minute. Leaving in a whirlwind of craziness on Christmas Eve was a perfect last Santa Cruz adventure filled with epic couch wars, a handful of random people sifting through belongings, a spaceship playing fractured images of Star Wars, some furniture dumping outside of a charity, and packing and re-packing my small car so I could make sure to bring home the love of my life. We arrived in a flurry of incoherent speech, bloody noses, and so-tired-you-pass-out while-sitting-up Christmas Day fun.
Since I have been back in the Mountain Region I have been swing/country dancing whenever possible, meeting up with childhood friends, living with my G-Parents in the small town of Sinclair (seriously small town – maybe 400 people living around a post office, a surprisingly decent Mexican restaurant, and two shit-hole bars, all on the same 5-block street), and drinking ridiculous amounts of vodka to help deal with it all (I don’t know if it’s the altitude, cold or excessivnality, but I can drink so much more up here without getting drunk). As much fun as this may sound, I soon reached the level of stir crazy after about a month, and I packed up my truck and drove down to Colorado to meet my much-missed California friend HaA2 to snowboard.
My time in Colorado was a bit crazy. Her sister, who turned 18 while we were dragging ourselves around the mountains, conducted a car symphony in front of the I-70 Eisenhower Tunnel (we were stuck waiting in traffic for around 2 hours and what better way to pass the time then using all the cars stuck in the same situation to make some fantastic music?), we met a dog who loved to do butt slides on icy snow , and we saved an incredibly drunk little girl from getting hit by a bus (this was of course after the line dancing with M on top of a bar… oh tequila!).
Currently, I am back in M‘s house and I have no idea what the future holds! Well, I do know that on March 20th I am going to Costa Rica. But I am hoping for at least few more lists of awesomeness before I lose my mind and have to pack up the truck again.
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