So here I sit in the emergency room at the Orange City Hospital-which is not the same of the Orange City Hospital-waiting for Ellen, who happens to be very sick and, apparently, needed to undergo a bunch of long tests...or something.
She called today and this is how that conversation went:
Phone: "ring!"
Me: "Hello?"
Ellen: "Sam?"
Me: "Yeah Ellen, what's up?"
Ellen: "Are any of you there that are.."
Me: "Actually, we're all here"--this wasn't true, Amy is visiting her brother at college.
Ellen: "Well, yeah, I was just wondering if any of you weren't too busy this afternoon.
Me: "I'm not busy at all Ellen. Did you need something?"
Ellen: "I was wondering if maybe someone could, um, take me to the emergency room."
Me: "I'll be right there!"
*At this point, Ellen entered the computer lounge of the hospital and informed me that, after having undergone a few tests, the doctors determined that she had a "viral infection" which, in English, means that Ellen is sick, and that she should sleep a lot and drink fluids.
Now it is almost a full week later. The day after my 22nd birthday in fact, so there is much to tell.
Last Saturday, NWC held an event called "Dancing With the Profs" (like Dancing With the Stars, but better). A good friend of mine, Amanda, performed a disco dance with a psychology professor and completely blew the competition out of the water. It was fairly amazing. I was so proud of her and she seemed to feel so much joy in performing. I was happy when she one.
Afterwards, she decided that she wanted to celebrate by...dancing. Yes, she wanted to have a dance party in her apartment across the hall. So she, Kristi, Amanda, Jenna, Tyler, Galloway, Kuik, and I all danced to very loud hip-hop and pop music in her dark living room. It was fairly magical, though probably not so to the apartment below us, who began punching the ceiling to try to quiet us down.
Ineffective.
Yesterday (Wednesday), was, as I said, my 22nd birthday. It was wonderful. I woke up to Tyler giving me a kiss on the forehead and informing me that he had brought me breakfast in bed in the form of my favorite breakfast food--Banana Nut Crunch. Poor Tyler did not notice that Amanda had laid out a basket platter, nice glass, silverware, bowl with a fancy napkin with which he could present the aforementioned breakfast. He brought it to me in a plastic bowl.
It was terribly sweet.
At that time, I also received a tiny teddy bear from Becks, and a note from Kristi saying that, throughout the day she was going to leave me 22 notes with 22 reasons she loved me. It was fun to find them throughout the day (though I only ended up with 19...whoops).
I then went and worked out. Miraculously, no one was using the ellyptical.
I came home, showered, opened my presents from my Mom and Dad (a food processor and a gift card), picked up a bag lunch, went to work, went to one class and came home to work on my painting. Tyler then came over, we fought a bit, then we went to premarital counseling, and then came home where I found my roommates preparing an amazing birthday meal: pineapple chicken bake, fruit & spinach salad with homemade lemon poppyseed dressing, and hawaiian bread. It was probably one of the best meals I have ever had. They worked hard.
Then, people slowly began filtering into my apartment, giving me cards and paintings and recipes with ducks on them. Amanda had told everyone to bring me a duck for my birthday party! It was so great! The other Amanda had set up a power point with ducks and babies to try to condition me to want children. Kari painted me a duck and Ellen drew me a duck.
Carl, CJ, Becky, Tyler, Jenna, Kristi, Galloway, Ellen, Kari, Stephanie, Amanda, Amy, Michelle, and Amanda were all here.
Then Becky and Amanda brought out a store-bought birthday cake for me, and we all know how much I love store-bought cake.
The evening settled in, people left (to go watch Lost), and I returned to my painting.
It ended perfectly. Tyler brought me a note from Kristi, kissed my cheek, told me "Happy Birthday Sweetie" and left.
Indeed.
*At this point, Ellen entered the computer lounge of the hospital and informed me that, after having undergone a few tests, the doctors determined that she had a "viral infection" which, in English, means that Ellen is sick, and that she should sleep a lot and drink fluids.
Now it is almost a full week later. The day after my 22nd birthday in fact, so there is much to tell.
Last Saturday, NWC held an event called "Dancing With the Profs" (like Dancing With the Stars, but better). A good friend of mine, Amanda, performed a disco dance with a psychology professor and completely blew the competition out of the water. It was fairly amazing. I was so proud of her and she seemed to feel so much joy in performing. I was happy when she one.
Afterwards, she decided that she wanted to celebrate by...dancing. Yes, she wanted to have a dance party in her apartment across the hall. So she, Kristi, Amanda, Jenna, Tyler, Galloway, Kuik, and I all danced to very loud hip-hop and pop music in her dark living room. It was fairly magical, though probably not so to the apartment below us, who began punching the ceiling to try to quiet us down.
Ineffective.
Yesterday (Wednesday), was, as I said, my 22nd birthday. It was wonderful. I woke up to Tyler giving me a kiss on the forehead and informing me that he had brought me breakfast in bed in the form of my favorite breakfast food--Banana Nut Crunch. Poor Tyler did not notice that Amanda had laid out a basket platter, nice glass, silverware, bowl with a fancy napkin with which he could present the aforementioned breakfast. He brought it to me in a plastic bowl.
It was terribly sweet.
At that time, I also received a tiny teddy bear from Becks, and a note from Kristi saying that, throughout the day she was going to leave me 22 notes with 22 reasons she loved me. It was fun to find them throughout the day (though I only ended up with 19...whoops).
I then went and worked out. Miraculously, no one was using the ellyptical.
I came home, showered, opened my presents from my Mom and Dad (a food processor and a gift card), picked up a bag lunch, went to work, went to one class and came home to work on my painting. Tyler then came over, we fought a bit, then we went to premarital counseling, and then came home where I found my roommates preparing an amazing birthday meal: pineapple chicken bake, fruit & spinach salad with homemade lemon poppyseed dressing, and hawaiian bread. It was probably one of the best meals I have ever had. They worked hard.
Then, people slowly began filtering into my apartment, giving me cards and paintings and recipes with ducks on them. Amanda had told everyone to bring me a duck for my birthday party! It was so great! The other Amanda had set up a power point with ducks and babies to try to condition me to want children. Kari painted me a duck and Ellen drew me a duck.
Carl, CJ, Becky, Tyler, Jenna, Kristi, Galloway, Ellen, Kari, Stephanie, Amanda, Amy, Michelle, and Amanda were all here.
Then Becky and Amanda brought out a store-bought birthday cake for me, and we all know how much I love store-bought cake.
The evening settled in, people left (to go watch Lost), and I returned to my painting.
It ended perfectly. Tyler brought me a note from Kristi, kissed my cheek, told me "Happy Birthday Sweetie" and left.
Indeed.
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