Back in Bama...

Oh me. 

I need 8 hours of sleep a night to function.  Really, I do.  My body hates me and shuts down if I get less than that.

Let me break this down for you:

Wednesday night:            3 hours of sleep

Thursday night:                 5 hours of sleep

Friday night:                       No sleep

Saturday night:                  7 hours of sleep

Last night:                           3 hours of sleep

I totally understand if you quit reading at this point.  Actually, I kind of recommend it.  I’m not sure that I’m alert enough to make any sense.

Highlights of my trip to Virginia (in no particular order):

·         Seeing my best friends. (Okay. I lied.  That one came first because it was the most important.  The rest of these, however, really are in no particular order.)

·         Being a part of Alyssa discovering that it isn’t a good idea to pour boiling grease into a plastic container.

·         Watching Brooke, the most awkward and least social person in the history of the world, ever, interacting with toll booth workers.

·         Seeing the NYC skyline for the first time, without even meaning to.

·         Hearing “Sweet Home Alabama” and feeling like a celebrity because I was the only person in the building actually from Alabama.

·         Looking down at my feet Friday night and realizing, after being at the emergency room for over three hours, that I was wearing one black Tom and one brown Tom.  (For the record, I was not in the emergency room for myself.  I was there waiting with other people for other reasons.  Being at the hospital was definitely not a high point of the trip, but the hilarity of realizing that at the age of 27 I can’t manage to put on matching shoes… that brought some laughs at a much needed time.) 

·         Traveling all over the east coast (five different airports and five flights in all) without any major mishaps.  I got a long talking to about not saying “bomb” or “anthrax” before I left.  I watched my words carefully, and I was successful.

·         Brooke and I saving a whole row of seats in Longwood’s auditorium by sneaking into the theater early and spreading out every single personal possession we had across the entire front row.  We got some ugly looks, but Alyssa’s family had the best view in the house.  And, I got to see Alyssa dance.  Really dance.  I have seen her “dance” when we are out, but seeing her completely in her element, doing what she so clearly loves… I really don’t have words for it. I just know that she is beautiful, and so incredibly talented.

·         Failing miserably at my attempt to utilize the armrest on my flight home.  With my hand still gingerly rested on his leg, I looked deep into the eyes of the shocked older gentleman sitting next to me and said, “Well, this is pleasant.”   

I have every intention of going to bed at about 7:00 tonight.  Hopefully by the time I get around to writing a blog tomorrow, I will have recovered from my lack of sleep enough to make a little bit more sense. 

Hopefully.