My Last Hurrah (a.k.a. Niagara Falls)

The second to last weekend in August I went to Niagara Falls, on a vacation with my best friend. We went to the Canadian side (and, according to our shuttle driver, we chose well as there is nothing on the New York side). Months ago, when we were originally discussing taking a vacation, we talked about going to Las Vegas, but we ended up in Niagara Falls because of an event that took place there that weekend.* 

We had an absolute blast! We met some very awesome people, partied like it was 1999, and had a boatload of laughs. It was one of the best vacations I have ever been on. And best of all, my best friend's dream came true--she met her idol. What are the odds that in your lifetime you will get to meet yours? Yeah, exactly. Slim. But she did (and she has the picture to prove it!)! We also saw some great skateboarding tricks, awesome motocross biking, went gambling for the first time (and lost), and of course, saw the beautiful Niagara Falls.

As I begin law school in January and will probably not be going on any vacations for quite awhile, I began declaring this trip "My Last Hurrah." I figure it will be the last time for at least the next three years that I will be able to do anything like it, and I am so glad I was able to do it, and that I had such a great time. Now I can go off to law school without looking back and thinking, "I wish I had done that before I left," because I did, and I have an indefinite amount of memories to carry me through until next time.



*If you want to know what event, look here (and don't judge :-P ).

The Husband Store

A brand new department store has just opened in New York City that sells husbands.

When women go to choose a husband, they have to follow the following instructions:

You may visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are 6 floors and the value of the products increase as you go up. You may choose any item from a particular floor, or may choose to go to the next floor, but you CANNOT go back down except to exit the building.

One day a woman goes into the store and rather nervously starts climbing the stairs.

When she gets to the 1st floor a sign on the door reads:
Floor 1: These men have jobs.
She thinks, "I can do better than that" and keeps going up.

The 2nd floor sign reads:
Floor 2: These men have jobs and love kids.
But she goes up another floor.

The 3rd floor sign reads:

Floor 3: These men have jobs, love kids and are extremely good looking.
"Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.

She goes to the 4th floor and the sign reads:
Floor 4: These men have jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking and help with the housework.
"Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!"

Still, she goes to the 5th floor and the sign reads:
Floor 5: These men have jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking, help withthe housework and have a strong romantic streak.

She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the 6th floor and the sign reads:
Floor 6: You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor.
There are no men on this floor.
This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please.
Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.

To avoid gender bias charges, the store's owner opens a Wives store just across the street.
The 1st first floor has wives that love sex.
The 2nd floor has wives that love sex and have money.
The 3rd, 4th, 5th and 6th floors have never been visited.

*I wish I could take credit for this, but I cannot. I found this while reading another blog. It can be found here.

My Belly Button

Last Tuesday night I did something I have been wanting to do since I was about sixteen years old. I got my belly button pierced! No, that is not a picture of my belly button piercing, but, funnily enough, that is the exact same piece of jewelry I have on mine. EXACTLY. Except mine does not look as pretty because it is currently infected. I know, bummer. But belly button piercings are notorious for this, so I am not surprised. I am taking care of it, and it is getting better. I have a call in to my doctor for some medicine anyway, just to be sure that I get rid of the infection. Can't hurt, right?

I'm so excited about this. Seriously. As I said, I have wanted one since I was sixteen, but never got one. I don't know what made me decide to do this finally. I did it on impulse. I just decided to screw it and do what I wanted, not what I should do, or what I am supposed to do. I am doing something strictly for me. And I love it! It's so...liberating. Actually doing something because you want to, not because you have to or should. I suggest that everyone do this every once in awhile. It makes life a little more fun and interesting.