Swim Meets, Nacho Cheese and Too Much to Drink

Hola,

Here I am again, writing my umpteenth blog about the frigid, wintery, waste land that has become C-dale, aka Salukiville. It was a whopping 12 degrees last night. 36 during the day with a wind chill that brought it down to 20. Stop it. Stop. Just no. I'm over it and we haven't even hit December yet. Still no snow to play in either. Gosh dangit…

These past few weeks have been an up and down roller coaster of stressed to the max because it's like everything is happening at once to things to I'm trying to find odd jobs around just to fill my time…so much up n down makes for a very strung out Marissa.

But we finished the debate that was freaking me out. The debate was on whether leaders are born or made. We had the side of they are made from experiences, culture, environment, etc. Turns out my part, was completely wrong (i took info from the wrong article and low and behold, the stats were all wrong for what we wanted to debate…oops) so I literally BS-ed my points.
Literally just talked straight out of my ass, no real evidence, nothing, nada, just me up there with a little confidence praying that no one would question my stance. There was no rhyme or reason, I just got an idea in my head and I went for it. The rest of my group knew it too. They were like "What is she doing?? This is a train wreck! I can't watch…but I can't look away." while I stood up at the podium in front of class telling people how humor has to be taught, someone is inherently funny and that humor is indeed a very big part of being a good leader or not, those that show more humor are better leaders.

How my group reacted when I started talking...

Best part…when it came to the counter argument, no one said a thing, in fact the other side AGREED with my points.

BOOM. That just happened. Awwww YEAH!

So I managed to get away with it. Goes to show that in business and any other argument you just got to have a good poker face and no one will question you. #lifeskills #winning

Our other presentation went a lot more smoothly. We didn't have to debate this time, just talk. Thank god. And to emphasize my humor point from before I did it again, I used humor in my part, got even the really dry, monotone professor to let out a meager chuckle and I got a better grade than the previous presentation. Again I say…

AWW YEAH!! That just happened.

So I'm digging life, or at least life in that class right now. I have a project due tomorrow that I had thought was originally due last wednesday so that's done. Happy accident. Look Mom! I finished something early! I have a case write up due after break and I already read the case (who am I? I must be sick…) AND I started studying for my accounting final.

Is this the part of my life where I stop procrastinating and dare I say it…start maturing??

Me?!?! Mature??!?? Good one.

Doubt it.

But I surprise myself from time to time. 

Onto this weekend-

From Friday to Sunday we had a huge swim meet held at the Rec Center. Over 400 swimmers were going to participate and that meant families and friends were bound to be there too. Lots of flipping people. So we have a concession area and we had sport clubs run it so that they could fundraise.

One catch…the 400 swimmers? I thought they were these types of swimmers…

Just keep swimming.

Oh look at that, I seem to be drowning…save me.

Oh no. I could only be so lucky.

No instead, this is what I got...

It was a U-14 swim meet. FOUR HUNDRED 7-14 year olds and their parents in my Rec.

Ha. Perfect. Apparently Michael Phelps is too much to ask for.

So I was pretty bummed about that. Friday was a little chaotic as were trying to open but things weren't really working (go figure) and we didn't really know what we were doing (this always happens) and I had a bunch of swim mom's and dad's asking for coffee every 30seconds (no! I just started the pot! Did you not hear the person in front of you ask the same damn question?? Come on!) but it was fine. We ended up making a ton of money out of the three days and I spent probably more time than I wanted to there but it wasn't all bad.
We ended up having to do another Sam's Club run to get more food. That's how poppin' our business was. We definitely made it a worth while trip too.

This may or may not have been after running around the store in circles and getting our carts stuck and in people's way. Don't mind us. 

So that was fun. If I see another hot dog or smell more of that plastic nacho cheese I may vomit. Nothing like a concession stand to make you rethink about putting preservatives into your body. (That cheese, if you can call it that, could probably make it through the zombie apocalypse.)

Lemme tell you now, about my bar shenanigans as well. Too good of a time not to tell but being as some of those people read my blog and probably won't appreciate me telling the entire universe this story, I'll cut it short. Kinda. Meh, no it's too good. Sorry bout it.

So Friday night… I pick up a friend and we go to another friends to start the night off. That led to another place for more shenanigans before the bars. Jump into the DD's car and we head to the bar. Some people went to the other side of town but being as it was less than 30degrees out we opted for the closer more convenient one. Obvi. While at said bar, I run into people I work with, people from class, etc. We share a few drinks, sit and chit chat and I more or less lose track of my original crew.

I meander over to find them all at a near by table just talking when I notice one of the fellas has taken a particular interest in my friend. Ohh well, well, well, what do we have here? I wink and sit down.

She gives me a strained look though. Girls, you know the look. The look of, "MAYDAY". Oh, ok, got the hint, Operation: Get Really Drunk Guy Away is a go. 

But as I sit down, another friend is like I gotta go to the bathroom. Wanna join? We look at the friend in the awkward situation and she shakes her head no. Um.. ok, that was your get away card, dumdum. Suit yourself though. And we're out. Hey, a girl can only do so much, either give the MAYDAY look and help us help you or you're on your own chickadee. That's the rules.

On our way back Mayday friend goes you want a shot? Let's get shots.

Umm. Alright? 

So we do. She explains at the bar it isn't too bad but that he's getting a bit too drunk and that we should probably bounce/ditch him soon. Ahhh, light bulb, I gotchya. 

When we come back though it's apparent that he has no intention of leaving nor wants us to leave. And it is now very, very apparent he is ALL about this girl. He's not even denying it a little bit. Yikes, bro. He's touchy, and getting way too close to her, even kissed the top of her head and is basically the definition of 'all up in her business'. But it's actually kind of hilarious watching the train wreck. And boy, is it a train wreck. He spills his drink, breaks a glass and then when he orders another drink instead of calling him off the bar tender just gives him a plastic solo cup instead of a real glass. Yes, because more alcohol in a unbreakable container will fix this problem. I see what you did there, Mr. Bartender.

We finally leave. We go one way, the dude and his roommates another. We all give her a hard time and laugh and laugh about it. End up at the after party at another place. We're telling everyone about the awkwardness and how drunk this kid was. And then…

He bursts into the room and goes "Hey Heyyy! I almost lost ya!"

SHUT UP

We all look at our friend and she just slips down in her seat with her hands on her face. And the fun really begins.

The guys all know her and they all know him at this house and they are relentless. It's better than the Jerry Springer show. They're just egging this kid on, "Hey, giver her a lap dance, she'll love it." "On a scale of 1 to ashamed, how embarrassed are you?" "Dude, show us how to twerk again. Yeah, do it. No, you're an amazing dancer, don't stop." 

and well, you get my point. 

I died. So. Funny. And I did try to stop them from harassing our friend. Kinda. But it more or less was me laughing hysterically going "Stop, *laugh*stop,*gigglelaughgiggle* you're *snortlaugh* mean." and they didn't take me seriously and I actually didn't want them to stop because it was just too funny. 

Sorry girl, love ya but too good to just not let it happen.

We all went home at around 2ish(I had to work at 7. That was smart. Not..) and we're hoping that he didn't remember but figured none of his buddies would let him forget. We sure as hell wasn't letting her get away with it either. 

"You guys promise to never, ever,  EVER speak of this again, ok? Promise me! PROMISE"

Oh yeah. Never again.

I crossed my fingers. Obvi.

To be continued!