It started with a shower. A quick prayer as I pull out of the driveway in Old Reliable, my trusty Four-Runner turned gray overnight. The axle is bent, so heading West on the 101 was a bit unnerving. No coffee. Just an apple, keeping in mind that one should NEVER skip breakfast.
Destination: Thunderbird School of Global Management (Campus Tour 9:45 am - 1:30 pm)
I don't want a masters in business today. I don't want to live abroad. I don't want to take the GRE. And I definitely do not want $50,000 of debt piled on top of the chip on my shoulder. The chip, that is, of growing up.
So I left at the lunch break part of the campus tour. Thanked the Three Guides: the Asian, the Italian-to-be, and the Redhead; that's how I'll remember them at least. I left, and I drove on my broken axle to the end of 40th Street. I tied the laces of my super slick new kicks: my First Ever Nikes. Elite. Light. Blue AND pink. Love, that's what this is. I set out for one of the peaks of Phoenix Mountain Reserve, a very big park in the middle of this metropolis.
I spoke with a recruiter from Wells Fargo, the third step in my application process to become a Teller. Sure wish it was the third step in my application process to become a Story Teller.
The day ended at a hole-in-the-wall Italian place with Dad and Nancy and Diane (Nancy's sister) over pasta and wine, under a T-shirt reading "I have the biggest [meat] balls in town." Classic.
Learned how to play Rummikub. Left after one round. Talked to Johnny. Took a spiritual gifts test online that told me I should be a pastor. And now I'm pretending to write.
All of this under a full moon.
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i actually laughed out loud about the tshirt. that's even better than the "GOT TAN?" one the guy in fl gave you.
ReplyDeletemust've been bad if you left at the lunch break. sigh. meet at vaselka for pierogis?
I waited for you for like EVER the other day. Ate all of the perogies while I sat there, so there's probably none left. Sushi?
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