Flashback to Friday morning at 5 am, when RPC's Guatemala Team were the only freaks in Roswell rising before the sun. Cut to 5:30 am, when the Jennings fam piled into a STYLIN mini-van , happy as clams. In our state of delirium, Victoria, Paul, and I came up with a series of hand gestures to communicate with one another. As I am sworn to secrecy, all I can tell you is "LLAP". I tried to get the fam to keep the pimp hand strong, but they weren't feelin it. Fools. At the airport, we dined at Mickey D's. I was excited at the prospect of a McCafe latte and a homestyle chicken biscuit, but the McDonalds at the airport just so happens to specialize in WEAK SAUCE. They denied me my latte, claiming that they do not make lattes (EVEN THOUGH THEY HAVE MCCAFE ADS UP WITH DELICIOUS STEAMING LATTES). I settled for an iced coffee, but then unwrapped my homestyle chicken biscuit to find the sorriest excuse for homestyle chicken I have ever encountered in my life. Fail. So it was not even worth the standard post-McDonalds nausea. Double fail. At the airport, I rocked the skinny jeans/ hiking boots look in preparation for my homecoming Central America (I have a rep to uphold. duh.). Victoria was relentless, obvi this stemmed from her jealousy. Understandable. On the plane, I had a 3-hour discussion with Jason. It began with intensely scrutinizing all available Sky Mall products. He also understood the art of keeping the pimp hand strong, and so we bonded. Obvi. We had a few rousing rounds of would you rather (which ended abruptly with my morbid death-by-aeration-shoes jokes) and diagrammed a movie genre spectrum, then had our aisle-mates vote on who had the better spectrum. I obviously won; everyone agreed that my spectrum was infinitely more logical than Jason's. We also discussed the beauty of clouds (Jason is freaking obsessed), then Jason quizzed me on pilot/ flying things and critiqued the entirety of my itunes library. By the time we'd landed, I had acquired epically large pit stains, on account of the 102 degree cabin temperature. I changed my shirt, only to sit on a bus for another 3 hours or whatever it was. Upon boarding the bus, we were fed none other than MORE MCDONALDS. yikes. Victoria and I sat together on the bus, and performed a singing/ dancing rendition of Jai Ho for our fellow travelers. I managed to fall asleep with my neck at a 90 degree angle for a while, so that was cool. We made it to our lodgings at Casa del Rey by late afternoon, where we were greeted with papaya juice and an abundance of bagged water (mi favorito). We got our sweet room keys with wooden face masks as keychains, and made our way to the cuartos. I was in 209 with Victoria, Emily, and Mallory, making me their fearless and impossibly responsible leader. We had some time to kill before dinner, so I led my minions to the room for naptime. For dinner, we had fish, mashed potatoes, veggies, sopa, and rolls. Delish, as usual. Thomas hooks us up. After dinner, we had devos then pb&j krewe. JLo and I were in charge of all things pb&j. Appropriate, seeing as both of us are unconditionally and irrevocably in love with peanut butter. So we elected the chosen few, and busted out 88 pb&j sandwiches (of three various strawberry/grape white/wheat combos) in 20 minutes. Then we opened the doors for the stampede, and everyone ran through to grab their sandwiches, chips, and cookies. And guess what cookies they had--CHIKYS!!! C rica what whaaat! Holler. After pb&j we got a big group to play charades (pronounced sh-rahh-ds). All you need to know about this game is that it is AWESOME and that I am AWESOME at it. Duh. Victoria and I were partners, and were dominating until we got a noise complaint and had to peace out. Boo. Then bedtime.
peace love and mcfail.
