Long weekends are one of my very favorite thing, so in other words I am just like everybody else. On Friday I left town at 2pm to head down south because remember, I had big plans to hang out with Keith and his parents and to not hit his mom in the crotch with a golf ball. Want to feel like you were in the car with me? Well just imagine listening to Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban on CD for 5 1/2 hours and driving through NOTHING and you'll have a pretty good idea of what it was like.
There is a funny story at the end. But don't skim because I'LL KNOW.
But really. Driving through NOTHING.
OH WAIT it wasn't ALL nothing because in the middle of all the nothing there was a random taco truck and I passed it and then had to turn around to take a picture for the internet. I wanted to stop but it looked too rapey for my taste. I mean sure that van had windows but that tint is super dark and sketchy.
But then FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY I made it up the mountain to Keith's house and we ate dinner and watched so much Jeopardy and all was right in the world because duh, Alex Trebek.
I didn't know this, but apparently it's like, a thing for towns to do town-wide yard sales, and it's a big deal and people get really excited for it. The town next to my hometown does this and I didn't know that until very recently. I think they need to find a better PR person. Anyway, Keith and his parents love these yard sales so we had big plans to find all kinds of treasures on Saturday. And by "we" I mean "they" because I have never been yard sale-ing and I'm not good at haggling but I had no problem with going and hanging out. And it was a lot of fun until
Keith likes to do this thing where he buys and wears clothes that most people wouldn't want to be seen in. He recently bought a pair of bright red shoes (pictured) because he thought I would hate them (because that's what you do when you care about somebody) but jokes on him because I actually really like them. HA. But anyway, we were at this one yard sale and the lady had this huge rack of jackets and shirts and of course Keith found the absolute ugliest jacket in the world and the lady said he could have it for $1 (I actually think she would have paid him to take it) and he refused to take it off for the rest of the day.
I don't like to use this phrase but you guys, I literally cannot.
Then his parents were looking at plants and I have the opposite of a green thumb and Keith couldn't care less about plants so we went for a little walk and climbed some rocks and took some pictures and it turns out this picture could also double for a "what half of my face would look like without an eyebrow" picture. Also there's the jacket. Also you can't see the background which really pisses me off because it's super pretty.
There are so many "And then's" in this post and I'm sorry if that's annoying but it's just the way it is.
So, and then we went to Lake Arrowhead and went shopping and bought some shirts. If you remember, I hate shopping so neither of the shirts were for me. I spent about 11 seconds looking for some shoes for the wedding I'm in this weekend but then I got bored so we looked at more button-downs for Keith. Memorial Day sales are amazing things and these shirts were like 80% off and I may not be a shopper but I know a good deal when I see one.
Look at the lake.
Finally he convinced me to let him shave my face and I was pissed.
"ONE OF THE BEST THINGS ABOUT BEING A GIRL IS THAT I DON'T HAVE TO SHAVE ABOVE THE NECK!"
Which is a lie because I had just shaved my mustache the night before but he didn't need to know that.
THEN we went to his parents' house on Sunday and he brought up my face whiskers and now my nickname is "Whiskas." Like the cat food.
Joke's on him though, because later he asked me to cut his hair for him and I've NEVER cut a guy's hair before and I accidentally gave him a little bald spot above his ear and now I'm never allowed to cut his hair again.