Costa Rica Countdown

Today is Wednesday, February 17. The flight is on Saturday, February 27 at 5:30am.
I am and always have been the person who doesn't count the current day or the day of. Therefore, there are 9 days left before Costa Rica!

Random Spanish phrase of the day:
¿Desea algo más?
Would you like anything else?

Right now it's 93 degrees and partly cloudy at our hotel. I know it's going to seem deathly hot when we're actually there, but right now it sounds awesome for the beach. We're also going to do a ton of stuff at different altitudes, so it won't be THAT hot all the time.
Ex. ci. ted.

Somewhat embarrassing dream.

I'm used to having dreams whose key players are people I've known since childhood but haven't spoken to in years. There have been many weird ones along the way... but last night's was just... laughable and kind of embarrassing.

There were only a few boys I've liked in my years in the Ridge, mostly due to horrifically tragic populations in our grade. Most of them I'd known since elementary. One kid in particular was always pretty cute, but he was so above me status-wise that the only time I ever was around him was at soccer camp (wooo! that place was good for something, I'll tell ya). For the people who know Ridge kids, this is Steve Fenty. Let me spell it out: one day at lunch he completely out of the blue came over to ask me something about history homework. After he left, Andrea did a perfect imitation of a jaw-drop, eye-bugged mask that said, "How the ^&@% do you know HIM?!"

Whatever. You get it.

So in my dream, it's after the reunion, which in real life I didn't go to but in my dream I did, and I get this letter from him that basically professes his undying love to me and how it tore him up that he had to hide it, etc. etc. Then there's this whole thing where all the North Side of town kids are up at Ridgebury on the hill (BEFORE they mauled it with that parking lot!) doing God knows what because the only things you can really do on it are sled (but no snow) or roll down it, which we weren't doing. Anyway. He does his smile at me and it's all gooshy and grade-school and it's exactly how I remember him. I wake up and feel depressed that it didn't actually happen.

That's the lame part.

All the other ones were silly or stupid or unbelievable, but this one was nice. Damnation.

Dun dun dun...

School, food, work. Wah!

I can never tell if I like the craziness that school demands or hate it. I like the variety, the different people, the SOMETHING I have to attend or finish or otherwise engage in. I hate the weekend work that steals funtime away, and the fact that by the time I get home, exercise a bit, eat dinner and relax for a few minutes it's already 8 and I don't want to start on anything that's going to take hours and hours.
Working on my presentation has been at least a little more fun, since PowerPoint is better than writing a paper or answering problems. Pictures and graphs, yay! It's taking forever though, and I only have tonight to rehearse. Gack. I also got up at 6 this morning to get a bit done, and it's the first time I've been up before the sun in quite a while. Ah, change in routine. Probably good.

It's restaurant week here in the city and, knowing that no one else would have the initiative to set up a reservation, Jessie and Rob informed us of our dinner at Smith & Wollensky. Very smart of them. It also was at 8:30 so everyone could make it.
We got about $120/person worth of food for $50/person. Definitely worth it. Wouldn't go if there wasn't a huge discount like that. It was all snazzy, with the waiter darting in to pour your wine when you set the empty glass on the table. Filet mignon, delicious - although next time I'll listen to Rob and get something interesting. He got corned beef and it was SO good!

I also just changed the media in our dishes and saw something moving in there. A little cyst with some beating cells... so. rad.