it was the cookies
I think I can be happy for a while. I have a roommate for the next year! I can stay in this nice apartment! Well, once she signs the lease and all and actually moves in, anyway. And hopefully she'll want to stick around for a while. I guess by this time next year I'll know where I'll be in the fall...scary to think about the future sometimes.
Anyway, the previous girl who came by the apartment really seemed to like it and the area, but there were no cookies because she came in the middle of the day. This girl came by after work last friday and I was able to make cookies (a little flat, but cookies nonetheless) and she stayed and chatted for an hour and called me back the next day before I headed out to the renaissance festival with Kate and said she wanted the apartment. Yay! Since the only differences between the two visits were time of day and cookie availability, I must conclude that it was the cookies. Even though they weren't warm by the time she got here because she was a little lost. Ok, my logic sucks, but you get the picture.
So Saturday was a good day. A new roommate and the Greater St. Louis Renaissance Festival in Wentzville (which isn't really St. Louis anymore, but whatever, it's closer than Kansas City). Kate seemed hesitant about going but she's a good friend and she knew I wanted to go very badly, so she was exceedingly nice and went with me anyway. She ended up having a good time which made me happy. She doesn't think she's up to the KC renfest yet though...hopefully Ross will be when he's back in town We saw jousting and a bit of the world bird demonstration, shopped, and saw a great show called Bardic Wind, a comedy/acrobatic act. It was funny and irreverent and quite amazing, some of the feats they performed. One of the guys...mmm, abs. mmm, tattoos. Sigh. I need a cute renaissance faire guy to dress up with I at least got to wear my hat that reminds May of Will's hat in PotC...which is sort of what I was going for. Though I don't have a Jack Sparrow to compliment me on my feathers. Yeah. Saw the resident hammered dulcimer player and bought a cd but I think I must have left it in Kate's car along with some excess change. Kind of like the leftovers from Applebee's tonight, which were either left at the restaurant or in the car of the person who drove. Ah well. Not doing too good with remembering everything in cars.
Today I went to Six Flags with Olga, her boyfriend and some of her friends. Got to go for free because she and Cesar (the bf) got season passes and had two free tickets. Yay! Rode the standard coasters (most seemed bumpy rather than fast today...perhaps it was the humidity) and the Scooby Doo ride where you shoot lasers at targets. I got 50,500 points, and I think I won. Yay for itchy trigger fingers. Then we headed over to Hurricane Harbor (the attached water park) and got wet. They have this new attraction called the Tornado where you go down a chute on a four-person raft and then into this giant funnel where you practically climb the walls. It was fun, but waaaay too short for the wait. Course, that's usually how those things go. But it being 6F and insanely expensive for things like lockers and tubes, I didn't bring in all of my extra clothes, which was good since they wouldn't fit, but it meant that I was pretty wet for a while afterwards. We headed to the aforementioned Applebee's and I was able to change, but that feeling of clammy dampness is one of the worst in the world.
It was a little weird today b/c Olga and her friends all speak spanish and I most certainly do not. I could pick out a few words here and there, but understanding I do not have, grasshopper. One of these days. Learning a new language is on my list of things to do before I die. Luckily they are nice and translated sometimes (paraphrased is probably a better term) and would speak english if I was talking to them, but there were certainly times when a particularly funny anecdote was shared and I was just sitting there watching them laugh. Oh well. Incentive to learn, I suppose. Muy fr�o en este restaurante.
Sleep soon I must..."new" job tomorrow. Wish my luck.
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