Spritual Animals, JFK, and the betrayal of Publix mac and cheese.

    
                     So before I tell you about my weekend, Let me just tell you what was supposed to happen this weekend. Friday; I would get off work at 12:30, book it to Tampa  and spend a classy fun night out together with my friend from College.  This would include our normal shopping and cheesecake adventure, followed with good friends and good drinks.  Saturday we would recharge and I would hastily make my way to Lakeland  for some amazing Lasagna, and Bridesmaids, and Kristen Harris ( another friend from college). Then on Sunday, I would roll  out for Tampa, yet again,watch the Game of Thrones, and race back to Mayo on Monday with an afternoon of actual breathing. 
                                             this did not happen.
                                 Welcome to my life.
      So, my weekend started out this way, until my eye decided to become a diva in the hysterics department.  At first it was this offhand irritation, then by the end of the night my eye turned into this gross ogre looking Pink Eye Special. Obviously, if you know me, I didn’t bring back up (extra contacts). If you know me well enough, you know  I don't own back up. So, in two cups of water, I drown my contacts, and face the world blindly. Literally. It was awful. I could not see anything.Everything from a foot back were these odd blurry shapes. I also don't know about you, but with the inability to see, comes the insecurity of life. Literally could not become blind. I would become useless. Which is what I became until some very unlikely people showed up and made my weekend just a bit brighter ( figuratively, my eye could not handle direct sunlight).
         So Saturday morning we booked it to Wal Mart to find some Ben Stien magic, and some actual contact solution and contact case. Throughout the day I would lay on my back while poor Katie ( the original friend from college because I could not leave to see the other said friend from college) would pour in the eye juice. After about 5 mins it would look like it was getting better and then go back to an awful, gross, zombie state. Thus, cancelling my plans for Saturday night in Lakeland. 6:30 rolled around and as Katie was putting her work clothes on, I was hittin the play button for the 7th episode of Game of Thrones. In my head I pictured a boring night watching a show that I couldnt exactly see, and yet low and behold the Calvary showed up in the form of a Jewish/Catholic Zooey Deschanel. Meet Marie. Or some commonly called Brittany or Kim.
           Now fast forward about an 3 hrs, past the publix run, catching up to Game of Thrones,chocolate milk,  and the most awful fake mac and cheese ever. Here you have two really bored, and one blind girls who both seem to love the show New Girl. What happens?
                                  True American
                                                        123-JFK-FDR
This consists of a makeshift candyland, the game Lava (the one where you jump from chairs to cushions and cant touch the ground) and your history/pop history. SO MUCH FUN.
   
  Yes that is an apron. Yes, I took this picture. No judgement. By Sunday, My eye had not gotten better and I was becoming extremely concerned. At this point I am a girl without much money or ways to get to a doctor or even anything, so we do  the second best option we have. we head to Walgreens. Sunglasses on, me clutching on to Katie to not run into the isles, I tell my sob story to the pharmacist since it said free consultation.
                   "Oh yea, there is nothing you can do except wait it out, just be sure not to get the Ben Stien stuff cause it makes it worse.
                        Yes.. You can put your contacts in to drive, that would be dangerous if not. "
Obviously, Ben Stein lied to us.
               That night, after buying the good kind of eye drops, and catching up on some much needed sleep)  We were in for our last KiKi (thats Party in the slang gotta, love what you learn) and all of my new found friends came and we talked like the philosophical intellects that we are. Meaning, I handed out peoples spiritual and physical animals while we talked about the randomosity of life. So my weekend didnt exactly end up like I had planned, but sometimes Life is like that. With all the cliches and glitches it still ends up an adventure. I made it back home after having lunch with another friend from college and an almost cleared up eye with contacts in.






P.S. Moral of this story is to go to the consultant first and don’t pretend you know everything. Sweeeettt girl you don’t. Also, Publix doesn’t make everything good ex. Mac and Cheese