For the past two weeks, I’ve only left my house (and my sweatpants) a few times. Thanks to Snowmageddon, or the snowpocalypse, or whatever you want to call it, I’ve been pretty much stuck in my house. I’m not complaining, because really, it wasn’t much different than every other day for the past 2 months, but just the fact that I couldn’t leave even if I wanted to made it hard to take. 20 some odd inches of snow in two weeks can start to make you go a little crazy. But that’s not what this post is about. This post is about my last day as a bum (read: unemployed college grad) and what I experienced. (For those of you who don’t know, I’m starting my new job as a preschool teacher on Monday, Feb. 14. I’m super excited and I can’t wait to meet my new kiddos!)
Today was a special day, because I got to hang out with some pretty cool kids this morning. We watched a movie, played tickle monster and tried to beat each other at Angry Birds (a pretty sweet game they have on their iPad. Don’t worry, I let them win.) I also learned that giraffes hatch from eggs and grow up to be mommy giraffes. Then they turn into tigers and eat their babies. I was fascinated. Of course, I was playing the role of said giraffe. It was all very exciting.
Then I got to hold a baby, and when you start your day off holding a baby, you know it’s going to be a good day. They just make you smile. Except when you have to change their diaper. Then you remember why you’re glad you don’t have a baby yourself.
After my morning safari, I drove to Tulsa to meet up with my friends from Stillwater for an afternoon/evening of excitement. I didn’t really know it was going to be exciting when I set out on this adventure, but when you get these kids together, things just happen.
We started out at the mall. The Apple store to be exact. Steph’s phone died, so we needed urgent care. It turned out alright though, because she got a new iPhone. Yippee for her. After the rescue effort, we thought we needed a little pick-me-up. We went to Peachwave, a distant relative of Orange Leaf. We each created our own fro-yo masterpiece and then devoured it.
These are my friends Stephanie and Natalie. Sometimes people mistake them for each other and wave to them on campus. It's funny when they get the wrong one. Oh, they're sisters.
This is Christine. She's my friend, too. She always makes me laugh, even if she doesn't mean to. She's good like that. Example: I gave her a piece of gum from France and she freaked out because it foamed in her mouth "like a dog with rabies." Not true.
We walked past Brookestone and Natalie just had to try stuff out. This is some kind of massage-y thing.
Next we went to the "As seen on TV" store. Steph found a shirt folder. She was really excited.
After we had had our fill of the Friday evening mall crowd (read: teenagers), we made our way to Olive Garden for dinner. Natalie was talking on the phone when Laura came to take our order. And Natalie always makes the greatest faces. Picture proof.
A couple of things happened at dinner. First, they didn’t have the soup I always get when I go there. I always order the soup, salad and breadsticks thing with Chicken Gnocci as my soup. It’s amazing and delicious and apparently not on the Tulsa menu. I was thrown into a frenzy. I had no clue what I should order instead. I’m a creature of habit, and I don’t handle change very well. This was apparently to be a lesson in flexibility for me. I think I pulled through with flying colors though, because my Asiago ravioli with chicken was mighty delicious.
The second incident that occurred at dinner is a little befuddling. There was a couple who we were convinced were on their first date sitting at a table just behind/beside Stephanie and I. Natalie and Christine were staring and laughing because the kids were wearing matching blue plaid shirts. It was cute, and slightly humorous, but apparently it caused them to feel self-conscious. Due to the staring and laughing coming from Lumpy and Dumpy across the table from us, the poor couple got up and asked to be moved. I mean, we’re assuming that’s why they got up in a huff. I suppose it’s possible that there was a draft. We’ll never know.
And now for the main event. I was notified earlier in the day that we would be going to see the new Disney movie, Gnomeo and Juliet. Ha. Ha ha. Yeah right. I was skeptical to say the least. I’d seen previews for the past few months, and I wasn’t too eager to rush out and see it, especially on opening night. I’d much rather go see the Justin Bieber movie. (cough, choke.) But, in order to spend some quality time with my friends, I mustered up the enthusiasm needed to walk through the theater doors. But first, let me show you the insanity in the parking lot.
These cars are parallel parked. In perpendicular spots. Apparently the theater didn't plow their lot well enough.
This car was so desperate to see the Biebs that they parked on Mount Everest.
I really hate to admit this, so don’t tell anyone, okay? I think Gnomeo and Juliet might have been one of the cheesiest movies I’ve ever seen, but it was hilarious and I loved it. I would even watch it again. Well, I might Redbox it anyway. I probably wouldn’t pay $7 to go see it again. Which reminds me of another story. We dropped Natalie and Christine off at the front door while Stephanie and I went to fend for ourselves in the Himalayas for a parking spot. We had hoped they would get our tickets for us, but boy were we wrong. But worry not, we got the last laugh, because our awesome ticket seller gave us student discounts thanks to our OSU IDs.
As we were leaving our surprisingly hilarious movie, we noticed a large line of people waiting to get into a theater. Bieber Fever has apparently hit the Tulsa area, because the line wound around the lobby and out the door. I did my best to take an inconspicuous photo, but the horrible lighting combined with the camera on my phone didn’t turn out so well.
The line to see the Biebs. Really, it's there, I promise!
In the end, my last day of unemployment turned out to be one of my favorites. Thanks for all the laughs, girls! I really needed it.
Now I am finally about to do what I’ve been training to do for the past 4 1/2 years. On Monday, I become a teacher. Well, a certified and employed one anyway. I’ve been a teacher for a while now, really. It’s in me, and it’s what I do. And it’s what I love. I just hope I can say the same thing come Monday afternoon.