Yes, that means "Pasta Love." It was on a menu at Madison Garden in the big city of Richmond. Go Madison Garden! Points to you for being...creative.
Let's start with Friday: Rachel's day was crazy with "like food fights and water slides" and Hannah's was pleasantly peaceful, as much as can be expected in any case.
We both got back to the hacienda around 5:00, and left again about 6:15, in the back of a cop/public safety car no less! One of our suite mates, Gandiimaa, was swelling like the blueberry girl in Willy Wonka and we accompanied her to the emergency room of the impressive Berea hospital. First the public safety lady started pulling away when we were trying to get in the car. That was scary. Then, when we finally got to the hospital, she couldn't decide where to park, so she just sat there in the road for a little while. Then some mullet sporting dude gave her the finger, and P.S. lady said she would just take a handicapped parking space ("Who's going to give me a ticket???") and in reality did nothing of the kind. She pulled into a straight up no parking zone. Gandiimaa got out of the car, and then we spent about 3 more minutes trying to get out of the back seat. The super smart woman couldn't figure out how to unlock her own car. Go figure.
THEN we get inside, to the ONE triage room in the entirity of the ER. They proceeded to ask some questions, while Gandiimaa continued swelling and started having a hard time breathing and swallowing. THEN we get sent to registration....
THIRTY MINUTES LATER registration was done, and we was mad!!!!!!!!!
Hannah went to find someone to complain to, and was instructed by a funky little nurse to "direct your comments through the ER Registration since the front desk is closed." Riiiiight.
Come to find out later, Gandiimaa sat back in the ER for twenty MORE minutes, alone and cold, until she actually saw someone. While she did not see anyone, she did hear the person sharing her little curtained area fall and hit their head.
Rachel got to go back after about an hour, and then we had the fire drill, which was not explained to anyone. Meanwhile, in the waiting room, Hannah was getting bored with a Good Housekeeping from 2 years ago, and for some strange reason, the TV stopped working when the fire alarm went off. The gossip from the registration desk was silacious though, let me tell ya.
When Gandiimaa was ready to go, peanut allergy knowledge intact, we called Public Safety to get our ride, and got the voice mail! How can that happen? We didn't think it was possible, but it sure is!!!!!!
We politely declined an offer for a ride from that silly public safety lady, and instead called SUPERWOMAN (Ashley), who took us to the fantastic Rite Aid, where we got Steroids for Gandiimaa and Ben and Jerry's for Hannah and Rachel.
We came back about 9, finally ate dinner, and watched the Miss Teen USA Pageant on some little cable channel. It was uber stimulating.
Saturday was much less eventful, but Brent traveled here from NC! We went to the big Richmond mall and read cards for "like an hour" (R.R.) in the Hallmark store. "Grrrrr, I don't talk like that" (Rachel R.) We went to see "I, Robot" which was less bad (haha) than we expected.
Then we had fun at
Pizza Hut, making spectacles of ourselves. It's a miracle we didn't get kicked out, it really is.
Then we went to WalMart, and then we dyed Hannah's hair brown, which is illustrated in the picture below. Don't worry, it will only be around for "6-10 washes." Hannah wants comments! What do YOU think? Come on, you know you have an opinion, since I went and pointed it out to you. THANKS to Jesse the Mexican for not noticing!
Yesterday we had a picnic and watched 5 hours of television, Applebee's for dinner (yay tomatoes), then just happened to drop by Clay and Jonas's apartment right as they were about to send a giant orange monkey into orbit. Not really, they were just flying it off with helium balloons in order to shoot it down with a pellet gun! We just can't WAIT to see the next John Goodfriddle production, we really can't! We also can't wait to see their faces when they find out that we ARE the ones who put the monkey on their front porch to begin with. Sayeth Clay, "If the person who gave us this monkey drove by and saw it right now..." as it floated from their back porch. Also, Clay had a gun, and Hannah prayed that it would break, and it did. Can you believe that? Then he sucked. Helium. THE END.