vampire weekend.

I actually left my house on a Friday night and went to… drum roll, please… a foam dance. Pause. Explanation.

Def. Foam Dance: Noun. A dance (to move one’s body in a rhythmic fashion) with soap foam (white, fluffy, wet) fountains spewing out onto the ground and on people.

Get it? Good. Play.

Woman told me not to wear white, or clothes that I wouldn’t mind getting wet it. She also told me that this wasn’t a stake dance. I’m in college now. Don’t stare at the naughty people (I wore my CTR ring. It's fine). We waited in line, signed a waiver, took off our shoes, and headed for the foam. It was very odd. But I think I liked it. It was like being inside a bubble. I learned that college boys are HUGE. I met some very nice, large, boys. One tried to teach me how to dance because he didn’t like my Barbie hands. Rude. So rude. I also learned that at Dixie they don’t shake hands, they hug. I got that line about five times. I thought it was funny. I can’t dance, which I already knew. But I should not be on a stage crammed with about fifty thousand people. Not a good combo. I love personal space. My roommate Hailey is crazy on the dance floor, and apparently I look frightened when she dances by me, but I love her. I left early because it was getting stupid and not fun. Woman and I stayed up late building shelves. That’s right. No man required.

“What’s the Indian for grandpa?”

 “Oh- Toyota Avalon!”

Saturday Shaun came over to help us build our BUNK BED! That’s right folks, I have a bed now! We got it online. It’s great. Holly and I went to the store and got the biggest watermelon we could. We chopped it up and were eating it when Lynsie’s dad informed us that too much fruit can give you the runs (we should have listened, he’s a wise man). We went swimming in our pool. Lynsie, Holly, and I tanned and got sprinkled with sand. We then proceeded to eat more watermelon, crossed-legged on our counter with spoons. We got twisty cones. And watched Vampire Diaries (that’s right, my roommate has Vampire Diaries on DVD. We’re meant to be) until very, very late.

“Why am I wearing a real bra right now?”

Sunday we went to church with Lynsie’s brother and his roommates. I dropped the little cup on my lap and spilled all over the place. Who knew those little things held SO MUCH WATER? I had the back row laughing up a storm. We then went to her brother’s house to make lunch. I’m apparently awkward around a boy still, that’s what I get for avoiding them for my entire life. It’s going to be okay, they’re going to help me because it’s not normal.

Now we’re doing a homework party, I’m done with mine for the moment. It’s been a very good weekend. I love college!

How was your weekend?

With love,

Megan Rose.

“Life would be so much better if he had his shirt off.”