Two nights ago I went to a party with my friend Carlos and his friends. So far everyone I've met has been so nice and understanding with my Spanish. Some people have wanted to practice their English and others have helped me fix my mistakes in my converstaion. Until Friday night... I met two guys who had the audacity to say to me "I don't understand you, speak English." You know, their English wasn't that great, but I tried to understand them. In that moment, I started to miss my friends. My slang.My cuss words. My 3 Olives Cherry. My clothes. And yes, my stilettos. The girls here don't wear stilettos & they never have on skirts or dresses. Jeans & cute tops. I'm sick of my jeans and shirts. I want to get dressed up and go to the club with my girls. I want to wear my stilettos and fall all over the damn place.
I miss Patti & her popped collers... I miss phone calls from people (like Baker & Maggie) begging me to come to the club... I miss Randi getting me to drink more than I should....I miss my "sanctuary"....I miss my big and her boy stories.... I miss Jennifer's random comments.... I miss talking to my close friends (and you know who you are) & complaining & speaking English .....I miss the food of the Pines (just to clarify, I don't miss the work or the situations that I have to deal with daily)... but I do miss my co-workers (my fellow slaves) & my managers & my favorite members that are so nice to me everyday I'm there.... I miss the mountains & the grass & the river.... and I miss seeing a NORMAL hot dog....I miss my family & my pets....I miss drunk texting & getting drunk dialed.... I miss my seXI's....I miss Bent & Vice & Lizard & RANCH DRESSING
I am having a good time here, I just want you all to know that I really do miss you. A lot.
*muah*
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