Lesson of the day (Sunday): Manhattan’s will knock you on your butt!
Sunday night some friends asked if I wanted to go see a concert at the House of Blues. With nothing else going on in my life I said, “Hey why not!” I’ve heard so many great things about the venue and was excited to finally see it for myself. As we were walking in a rather large man came up to my friend and I and asked us if we wanted to go to the VIP room. (Me? Funny, right?) We explained to the man that two of our guy friends were ahead of us and we would only go if they could as well. After some negotiations the man decided to let us all in, under the condition that the guys lost the hats. The room was pretty fancy and unlike any place I had been before. To celebrate we decided to order special “grown up” drinks. My mom had told me that my grandma use to always drink Manhattan’s so I threw it out there as a suggestion. (Having no earthly idea what was in it). The bartender glanced back at us and said “YOU girls want a Manhattan?” we casually responded with “of course!” after my first sip I knew that the drinks were lethal and was proud of my decision to dump some of it in the bathroom in order to avoid a wicked hangover the next morning.
A few minutes before the concert started we walked down the stairs to the main stage to grab our spots.
Overall…great music, great friends, great night!
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
"I promise I'm legal!"
Lesson of the day: A facebook page will NOT get you in to a bar.
Saturday night I met some friends at a sushi restaurant before going out for the night. The restaurant has this weird rule stating that they must take up a person’s ID when ordering a drink. After dinner we left the restaurant and went back to a friends house to hang out before going to a local bar. After some games and good conversation we were on our way. When the man at the door asked to see my identification I remembered that I left it at the restaurant, which at this point was closed. I frantically searched through my wallet looking for anything with my name and birthday on it. As a last resort (and what seemed to be a GREAT idea at the time) I grabbed my iphone and pulled up my facebook page with my birthday on. The man literally laughed in my face… I was out of luck.
Looking back, that was pretty ridiculous.
Saturday night I met some friends at a sushi restaurant before going out for the night. The restaurant has this weird rule stating that they must take up a person’s ID when ordering a drink. After dinner we left the restaurant and went back to a friends house to hang out before going to a local bar. After some games and good conversation we were on our way. When the man at the door asked to see my identification I remembered that I left it at the restaurant, which at this point was closed. I frantically searched through my wallet looking for anything with my name and birthday on it. As a last resort (and what seemed to be a GREAT idea at the time) I grabbed my iphone and pulled up my facebook page with my birthday on. The man literally laughed in my face… I was out of luck.
Looking back, that was pretty ridiculous.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Scones
Lesson of the Day: Scots aren't known for their baked goods.
Saturday I attended the 20th annual Scottish Festival held at UTA. Why you may ask? Good question. My family has always been interested in our heritage and learning about our ancestors. It honestly never seemed weird to me that my dad and grandpa got dressed up every year in authentic Armstrong kilts complete with “sporran”. Some of my favorite memories of my grandpa come from that weekend every year.
With my family spread out across the country, I was lucky enough to drag one of my friends along with me this year. Despite efforts, we still stuck out like sore thumbs. We couldn’t help but laugh at some of the characters that were walking around the stadium. Mohawks, piercings, drunken men on scooters, pirates (?), spontaneous bag piping, women in gypsie-inspired belly tops… it was all “normal” there.
We came across a tent that was filled with what appeared to be delicious baked goods. At first it surprised.me. There is no denying that in a country where “haggis” is considered a tasty meal, food isn’t their specialty. Regardless after great consideration, we bought a bag of scones. We continued to walk around and arrived at the “highland games”. As we sat down to watch overweight bald men throw heavy rocks we figured it was time to try one of the scones. We couldn’t help but laugh as the scone completely dried out our mouths leaving it nearly impossible to swallow. We had such high expectations, and honestly…they were crap.
Long story short; believe what you hear…Scotland is not known for their cooking.
Saturday I attended the 20th annual Scottish Festival held at UTA. Why you may ask? Good question. My family has always been interested in our heritage and learning about our ancestors. It honestly never seemed weird to me that my dad and grandpa got dressed up every year in authentic Armstrong kilts complete with “sporran”. Some of my favorite memories of my grandpa come from that weekend every year.
With my family spread out across the country, I was lucky enough to drag one of my friends along with me this year. Despite efforts, we still stuck out like sore thumbs. We couldn’t help but laugh at some of the characters that were walking around the stadium. Mohawks, piercings, drunken men on scooters, pirates (?), spontaneous bag piping, women in gypsie-inspired belly tops… it was all “normal” there.
We came across a tent that was filled with what appeared to be delicious baked goods. At first it surprised.me. There is no denying that in a country where “haggis” is considered a tasty meal, food isn’t their specialty. Regardless after great consideration, we bought a bag of scones. We continued to walk around and arrived at the “highland games”. As we sat down to watch overweight bald men throw heavy rocks we figured it was time to try one of the scones. We couldn’t help but laugh as the scone completely dried out our mouths leaving it nearly impossible to swallow. We had such high expectations, and honestly…they were crap.
Long story short; believe what you hear…Scotland is not known for their cooking.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Being There
Lesson of the day: Nothing is more important than “being there”.
When life gets difficult sometimes you just need a friend to give you a hug and remind you that everything’s going to be alright. It is amazing that such a seemingly small action can make a person feel that much better. Having a person to rely on is a wonderful gift.
In high school I was blessed with a group of friends that I honestly never had to look for. We met one day and were inseparable ever since. They were always supportive and there for me when I needed someone to confide in. Finding “those” friends in college was more difficult than I ever expected it to be. In college, your friends truly do become your family and surrounding yourself with positive people is an absolute necessity. I can now say that I am truly a lucky girl and have the most amazingly optimistic people in my life. Through them, I have learned to look at the bright side of things and always find the silver lining. They are there when I need them-- no road bump is too big or small for them to offer words of encouragement.
When it comes to “being there” family is unconditional. No matter how many petty fights we may get in to or how different we may seem to be…it is amazing how they reach out or call right when you really need it most.
I don’t know what I would do with out “my people” and I am so thankful for them being there when I need it most.
I love you all!
When life gets difficult sometimes you just need a friend to give you a hug and remind you that everything’s going to be alright. It is amazing that such a seemingly small action can make a person feel that much better. Having a person to rely on is a wonderful gift.
In high school I was blessed with a group of friends that I honestly never had to look for. We met one day and were inseparable ever since. They were always supportive and there for me when I needed someone to confide in. Finding “those” friends in college was more difficult than I ever expected it to be. In college, your friends truly do become your family and surrounding yourself with positive people is an absolute necessity. I can now say that I am truly a lucky girl and have the most amazingly optimistic people in my life. Through them, I have learned to look at the bright side of things and always find the silver lining. They are there when I need them-- no road bump is too big or small for them to offer words of encouragement.
When it comes to “being there” family is unconditional. No matter how many petty fights we may get in to or how different we may seem to be…it is amazing how they reach out or call right when you really need it most.
I don’t know what I would do with out “my people” and I am so thankful for them being there when I need it most.
I love you all!
Thursday, June 4, 2009
My First Post
In January I made a New Years resolution to start writing a journal in hopes that stories from my life would be interesting enough for someone else to read. (While simultaneously encouraging myself to be outgoing and adventurous). Well, five months later I’ve finally decided to start. I’m two months away from beginning my last year in college and I am committed to making it the best year of my life. Surely there will be some curve balls thrown my way, but if I’ve learned anything in college its that you have to make the best out of what you’re given.
I’m calling my blog “Ya Learn Something New Everyday” and plan to write as often as possible on something that I have learned throughout the course of my day. It could be an important life lesson, a random fact, or a revelation. Enjoy!
I’m calling my blog “Ya Learn Something New Everyday” and plan to write as often as possible on something that I have learned throughout the course of my day. It could be an important life lesson, a random fact, or a revelation. Enjoy!
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