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Spring Break '09-Teacher gone wild!

This Spring Break has been quite eventful thus far. It started out last Friday with a Bachelorette Party...not mine, trust me that much could not possibly have progressed in my love life since the last post! It was for the big sis who will be tying the knot in less than 6 weeks! 11 gals set out to Palm Desert to find the following truth: When this many females enter a public place and one of them is wearing a veil, many drinks and even a dinner bill will be picked up by males in close proximity...all weekend.

In addition to this fun and practically free weekend of shenanigans, spring break continued with a Sunday night of long island iced teas and Long Boards reggae (won't mention the next morning, which is proof I'm not as tolerant as I used to be!), a day at the beach, a little bit of bartending, hostessing the besties with a warm-weather apprope dinner, spring cleaning and finally a hair appointment. Note: This blonde is au naturale, but uses some highlight help from time to time, like any good San Diegan

This morning turned into a cleaning sesh with Tivo on in the background, a distraction second to the standard blasting ipod. I made an appointment at my downtown salon for 4:00. Before I knew it, it was quarter 'til and my cleaning attire which included cut-off sweats, a braless status and sweaty Padres hat were without a doubt insufficient. I changed then hurried down side streets to get downtown in the allotted 15 minutes. My general plan of attack for hair appointment parking is as follows: 1) find closest meter to Starbucks 2) After ordering tall, non-fat, decaf, mocha in a venti cup with extra ice, nicely ask the coffee expert for change, quarters specifically. 3) Get delicious beverage 4) Put quarters in meter 4) Walk 3 blocks to salon.
Today, this attack was a no-go. That statistic about 1.5 Starbucks popping up every day is crap! What is 1/2 a Starbucks anyway...maybe the booths that are outside churches and conferences? Anyway, the Starbucks I usually get my imperative quarters from is no longer there! Maybe Obama can make a stimulus plan to help the poor Starbucks company, that's clearly struggling in this economic crisis! I anxiously speed walked (on my bum foot due to a hip hop injury) to the next Starbucks 4 blocks up, past the salon, in fear that in those 10 minutes it took to walk there, order, and return with the quarters, a meter maid would have left me a love note! I gave my 30-second order, hustled back to the meter, then back again to retrieve my mocha, and eventually to the salon. What a day. First I find out the tragic information that my main man (David the colourist) moved to LA and a new gal would be touching up my 'do, then this madness. Samantha ended up doing a fine job, now you can sleep tonight confident that my highlights are still in tact! I left downtown and headed to pick up a much needed paycheck. Good times running into P4. An awkward convo later (which mostly meant him talking about himself) I was back home getting ready for a wild night of left-overs and paying bills online...and let's not forget my beloved LOST is on!

Happy Spring Break to me!!!

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