Cripes it’s Friday!
What a random week we’ve had. There are so many stories to tell that are completely mediocre, where do I begin?!
According to Miss Andrews, circa The Sound of Music, I suppose I shall start at the beginning, a very good place to start.
I should preface this with a question: Anyone out there working F&B ever feel like all the days just kindof blur together?
A normal 9-5 means putting in yer 40 hours and meticulously counting down the minutes on Friday until you can go home, change into your “after-work” clothes (ala Mr. Rodgers) and start downing gimlets while watching SATC and curling your hair MaryKate and Ashley style. Or was this just me?
Now, Saturday feels like Thursday and 11 am can feel like 6 pm.
What am I getting at? Oh yes. My point is that while I promise to start at the beginning, I’m a little unsure as to what that is. So in no certain order here are some awesome stories from this week.
I worked the afternoon shift at Elevated Grounds Coffeehouse and got off around 6:30 pm. I hadn’t worked out so I texted Bryan and asked him if he wanted to do a hike after work. One of the many perks of living in Jackson Hole is that there are a plethora of short, amazing hikes literally right outside our door. We decided to conquer Snow King for it’s increasing steepness and breathtaking views.
About half way up, Bryan paused. I looked over expecting him to say “Oh my gosh, there’s Harrison Ford!”. Instead he slapped the back of his leg, killing a mosquito and leaving a small streak of blood down his leg. Insert RFAN. Random fact about Natalie:
I HATE BUGS.
Actually, allow me to clarify. I could care less about bugs, but what I hate is what they leave behind. Bug bites. I consider myself a gal with a healthy amount of self-control, but when I get a bug bite, I scratch the bejesus out of it. I’m sorry I just do.
Here is a shot of my leg when I was traveling around Panama with friends and I got EATEN ALIVE by sand fleas.
So we proceeded to the top of Snow King, despite the air being thick with flying blood suckers and as we made our way down, I surveyed the damage. Three. Two on my arm, one on my leg. And yes, I have scratched them. I have scratched, have had troubles sleeping and am just irritated with these pesky little pumps.
I am happy to report that I got my hands on some Cortizone 10 and the stuff seems to do the trick for a while anyway.
But enough with gross bug bites. On to better things with less inflammation. Some inflammation, just…less.
I made delicious caprese sandwiches this week.
And we had a house party with Holly, Matt and Jess. More mojitos. Twas a good time.
That’s all I got.
BTW, I also hate the word “inflammation“.