Nighttime adventures of my 20 something years.

Okay so I know I must get better about this blogging business, I just don't have a specific theme to write about, and it's a bit new/weird puttin all my biznet out there... but here I go again :)

Okay so I here I am, some days blessed and some days cursed with the fact of being a girl, lady, mam, and miss.  I would only say it is a curse one out of about every 1,217 days, the other days it is full of fun and friends, at least for me and that is what I am writing about so it works out for this post.  I work and am a responsible young adult almost all day, usually six out of the seven days a week.  I do my homework, I volunteer, I am a manager at a retail store and I vote, I'd say I am a pretty outstanding citizen most of the time.  Every once in awhile though, a girl has to shake it up, and I happen to be good at that. 

My roommate is a waitress at 501 and happen to stumble upon someone who was invited to a hair and make up show downtown.  She smuggled her two roommates in with her and the night began.  The show was late so we decided to have a couple drinks while we waited.  We were outside when a boy came up going on about how he was Australian. Wamp, wamp, I thought.. typical line.  I replied back in my accent telling him I as well from Australia.  He was excited and ask me where at in Australia I was from.  Still thinking that he was a liar trying to get some attention I decided to be funny.. Australia City! Australia City?? Yes, the capitial of Australia!! I figured he would buy it hehe.  Turnnnnnsss out, that is nooot the capital of Australia?? and he indeed was a real life Australian.  License to prove it, of course I made him show me.  I'm not about to be punked by a want to be Australian!

So.... The night went on, us and our Australian loves :)
 ... Is this where I need to put the parental block thing on... BAhaha Just kiddin

Okay Okay, so the show started and we went back inside, the night was already a success.  Once you find two Australian cuties, THAT is when you know you have realllly made it, little did we know the night hadn't even started!

We went on down to another club bar thing downtown, I know I am not old by any means but I felt like I was the oldest person there. Yuck we had to be on our way, enough is enough.  We decided we would head on down to Western, a nice normal bar, full of somewhat normal people.. nothing too crazy right?...
_Wrong_
Everything was going great, girls just having a good, fun, nice weathered night.  I however have two secret passions.  Australian men, and hot dogs at 2am with sauerkraut.  I am not your average lady, add onions please! I was standing in my peaceful line when a crazy fight started.  I just stood and watched surprised at first at everything that happening so quickly.  One short, ugly, punk kid that was most likely mad because he only stood 4'2'' was man handling a large amount of normal adult sized men.  Soon everyone was swinging in all directions.  The friendly middle aged man standing in line waiting for a hot dog was the next victim.  He was just standing minding his own business when the ugly small person hit him one time square in the face.  The man fell straight to the ground, the first thing to hit was his head.  The other boys continued to fight while asking in a screaming annoying tone... "WHO WANTS IT NEXT?? WHICH ONE OF YOU *BLEEPS* WANTS IT NOW?!?!.. eh I was so annoyed I yelled at him, "You hurt him!!!!" ... He didn't pay any attention at all to my screams.  When I looked down at my fellow hot dog hungry friend he was bleeding out of his mouth nose and what looked to be his eyes as well.  There was a puddle forming behind his head.  It was one of the scariest things I'd ever seen.  Not knowing what to do, I for some odd reason ran into the bar and got him a glass of water? I don't know I wasn't thinking clearly.. but someone else grabbed paper towels and I held his head until the police and ambulances got there.  He was an extremely nice guy and I just tried to keep him calm until people that knew what to do arrived.  Even though he was in a crazy amount of pain he continued to thank me over and over.  I wanted to find the short kid and beat him myself.  The EMT people assured me that he was going to be okay and just needed to be stitched up.  I still feel really bad for him, he was just standing there. GRR.  My shoes were ruined :( That ugly short guy owes me a pair!

After all of that, Ednas wouldn't even let me in to wash up because it was after 2am and they had already had issues.  I was disgusting, blood was all over my shoes and tights ehhh gross sorry I know.  They finally brought me antibacterial and rags outside for me to clean up with.  I do have some good news though.. I did receive a complimentary hot dog complete with sauerkraut and onions for my good work.  OOh what a night!

The rest of the night was a rap, we got lost on our way home, my roomie almost peed her pants, we stopped at a weird trashy gas stations where there were a lot of white girls dropping the n bomb everywhere and dressing like... maybe that's rude so I will just stop.  We finalllly made it home! We were in our beds happy roommates again..... Until the knock of an ex boyfriend was at the door?! What, wait, aren't normal people sleeping at this time.. yes, but does it seem, like me or either of my demented roomies date normal guys...sheesh come on that would be crazy.  So one short Jerry Springer show later the doors were locked again!!  Then it dawned on me... I won't get to have the crazy nights forever, so I will enjoy them to the fullest. :) 

Not so snowed in.

Oh well it looks like today is day two in the beginning of cabin fever.  EEk I hope not, but just in case, we decided to venture out in the snow.  We, being me and my two roomates and their two boyfriends had been in our house stuck for all of thirteen hours when we decided we could not take it one more second.  Savannah and I decided if we were going to stuck in this home we were going to need beverages of choice to assist us in our boredom and old school freshman year card games.  Yep, we brought it back.

We knew for sure we would be okay as long as we just bundled up well.  The convenience store was only about a mile away and since we all of a sudden took form of beasts it was nothing.
We decided about 100 yards down the road that the problem was not the cold, we were tired.  We felt like we were walking through hip high water.  Gew it was horrible.  Then we thought, "How are we going to carry everything back?" Oh myyy, too late we couldn't show back up at the house empty handed.
When we made it out of the neighborhood and onto 33rd we seen them. . . "HELLLOOOOO FELLLOOOW WALKEERRRSSS," we yelled.  They waved back, too tired to speak lol.

 One of the nice gents was nice enough to rehydrate us as we continued our hike.  Thank the lawd for nice people! 

We eventually made it! After falling into a snow drift that was up to my waist and Savannah having to fish me out, but really only getting herself stuck worse and losing my debit card and id in the snow we were on our way back! Yessss the houuuussseeee I cannnn seeee ittttttt.  We made it inside and stripped down of our 9 layers of clothing.  We warmed up and enjoyed the rest of the night inside.  The beverages ended up being the perfect nyquil.  We were asleep by 11:00.  I hope everyone enjoyed their snow dayS as much as we have.

Where the heart is.

Last weekend I was able to make the journey to my roots. :)  Northeastern Oklahoma.. No, not Tulsa.  I said Noooorttthassssternnn, as in the farthest north, and the farthest east you can go while still being in Oklahoma.  I don't really know what town I verify as being my home.  When explaining to people I usually just mention Miami, or Joplin, Missiouri because explaining where I actually live is just way to hard and complicated.  I live in the country.  I live in Picher school district, have a Picher phone number, a Miami zip code and I went to school in Commerce my whole life, so take your pick.  Owp well wait, I guess Picher isn't a town technically?? Owhh, that is a blog of its own.  Back to the story-

My family.. that's where I consider home.  They are the best.  I didn't get to spend much time with them over the holidays due to the evil word of retail.  I decided to take my roomie, Roselie with me on this journey.  I think it's funny that we, here in Oklahoma City, talk with a knowledge that we are not really in a big city buuuut let me tell you, where I come from it is. ;) So I decided to take a "city girl" back with me to the country.  She is always up for anything so she tagged a long.  <3 her.

It was a great trip.  The weather was perfect for a day at the chats riding.  What are the chats you ask, .... the reason my town has been shut down. Picher Drama.. You thought you had it? anyway, they say dangerous.. I say childhood at its best. We took the top off of the jeep and took it for a spin.  It was theee best.   When we got to the chats, one of only about five places still left, we obviously weren't the only ones with the idea, it was packed.

I love being able to get back home, it just puts things back into perspective for me.  Whether that place is the country, the big city, or the small city for you, it is just nice to have that place.  The trip didn't last long enough as always.  Before I knew it my dad was loading my luggage in the car and checking my car out before I could get back on the road, same routine every time.  I love being in a city setting and  I think I may die if I ever moved back for good, but it is the most amazing place to go back to.  My family is without a doubt my everything.  My mom will always be sure to put me in my place when I think I'm just a little too hot.  My dad will remind me of the hard work that goes into every thing that I enjoy everyday.  My sister is my best friend and reminds me when I really do need to listen to my mom or dad.  Mason, my nephew is my superstar in the making, my boo, my man, my main, my everything and my friends are the greatest support system in the world, always making sure I step instead of fall.
I wouldn't change my hometown(s) for anything.