The Olympics have me feeling some type of way! While watching Michael Phelps swin (no not a typo… That mofo was swimming and winning!!! #swinning! I like to make up words don’t judge me) the other day I found my self trying to dolphin kick with him while he was doing his backstroke. Like me kicking from my couch is going to help him… But I also kind of feel like it did because he swon that shit! Don’t even get me started when On freaking gymnastic. I constantly yell at my mom for never putting me in gymnastics, even though at this age I would be considered an old fart, but I could’ve been like Nastia Lukin and won gold in the 2008 Olympics and just be a badass Olympic commentator! OMG!! For the first time I saw woman’s rugby and basically decided that I will learn all the rules of this game become a master player and make the US team in time to make it to the 2020 Olympics in Japan!!! I’m freaking focused! I’m gonna be so bad ass at rugby that even countries I’m not from are gonna ask me to play for their team!!! OOOO and I heard that they’re gonna be bringing Softball back and I’m also gonna be playing for them in the 2020 Olympics. Do you see what I have to deal with, my dreams get a little to excited sometimes. I have to bring it down a notch, I’ll just stick with being on the Olympic rugby team because I would love to lay out some people.
Other than wanting to become an Olympian at every possible sport that I think I can master in the next 3 and half years, the Olympics also have me feeling so patriotic it’s crazy! Every time the U.S. wins a gold and they’re up on that podium with their gold medal, watching our flag rise, and listening to the national anthem i cry as if I’m the one up there! I cry as if I worked hard as fuck to get where they are and it’s freaking magical! Well that’s all I got for today see you all in the 2020 Olympics!
Love Ya from the Moon and Back,
Emily ( I was just kidding I’ll be back next Sunday… But I will also begin my Olympic training.. I say good day!)
I’m BaaaaaaaaaAaaaaack!!!! How much did you miss me! First I want to let you know that I tried to do Vino Viernes on Friday, but because I was in CANADA!!!!!!!!! I couldn’t because I didn’t have service up there nah mean jelly bean! Any way I’ve decided that today, Monday, will be Vino Viernes Part Un (French for the number 1 just in case you didn’t know). So much went on this weekend that I have to give you two posts just to let you know of my Canadian Adventures, and so we begin!
Don’t worry just because I was in a different country doesn’t mean I didn’t drink me some vino!!! The wine we had on Friday (when I say we I mean myself, Sluttie McSlutterson and Boobielicious) was super French I couldn’t even pronounce it (the bottles name was Marquis de Méricourt… I know super fancy) what I did understand was that it was Rosé (I love that É, it’s so classy). One of the many things I love about Montreal is that little bodegas (aka corner stores) sell alcohol. I decided to tell you this because I bought this bottle in the bodega next to our hotel. Now on to the flavor… The first sip I took was pretty delish but the second and third were not so good. It had a weird after taste that I was not a fan of and it was slightly dry. It would definitely be better if I turned it into a rosé spritzer (with some sprite… That’s basically what I do to all the dry wines that I’ve had in the name of Vino Viernes because no wine goes un-sipped or in my case guzzled.
Now that I’ve spoken of Friday’s wine I must now tell you about our start to Montreal weekend.
So we ( myself, Sluttie McSlutterson and Boobielicious… Just reminding you who we consists of) started our day off at 5 in the morning. Well I actually stared at 5:15 because these hoes were coming to me so I gots to sleep an extra 15 minutes… Ha ha suckas! So our plan was to to start driving up at 6am. Any way Sluttie McSlutterson is the first to get to my house and we were here bullshitting while I got the final things I would need for our trip. Then I get a text from Boobielicious that she’s outside, so as we were walking through my house to go outside I randomly ask McSlutterson if she has her passport… Thinking the answer is yes I keep walking… When she says some form of “HOLY GUACAMOLE EMILY THE MOST AWESOME PERSON I’VE EVER KNOWN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE No I don’t!” My response was “are you forserious?” So the point of that part of the story is that we didn’t start our trip at 6, because we had to drive to McSluttersons house first so she could get her passport.
About five hours later (say it the way that guy in Sponge Bob says it… Hehehe) as were still driving up through New York and getting closer to the border my Waze (The Best GPS App ever!!!) Starts telling us things in French… Just so everyone know I am now almost fluent in French (not really but I’ve learned some new words)… Anyway when I looked at my phone to see what exit we have to get off its says Sortie 53 (Exit 53) and I look and I say in the car so everyone could hear (you know it was pretty loud because we had the windows down, trying to save some gas and also because it was freaking 65 degrees outside, but that’s besides the point) “Dude Waze (it’s pronounced WahZee… Not ways, if anyone ever pronounces it wrong in my presence your dead to me… Okay I joke not dead, but I will Ignore you) is talking to me in French!!!! Aaahhhh!!!” So as were getting closer to the border I realize that once we cross the border were not going to be able to use our phones. I didn’t care care about not being able to use the phone the problem was that we needed Waze to get to our Hotel, so a dilemma arouse. So I decided to take screen shots of the step by step directions (don’t worry I wasn’t driving anymore McSlutterson was… I didn’t do illegal things) so we would have to kick it old school and read signs and actually pay attention rather than having something yell at you where you have to exit or make a right in 500 feet… Honestly who the fuck knows exactly what 500 hundred feet is!!! Come on son!!!! They have to say make a right at the next light sucka!! That would make more sense. Finally we get to the border and I realize how obnoxious America is, we have this huge United States of America across the tolls, while Canada just had a flag on the side… Super chill nothing yelling at anybody in letters to tell them where they have arrived! Although the USA sign is pretty badass!!! So once we crossed the border and arrived in Montreal we started to explore and we came across Le Village, which is the most spectacular place ever. It’s so beautiful and I instantly fell in love with the city. There is art work on every wall imaginable and music coming out of every where! If you go anywhere in your life you have to make sure you make it up to Montreal, this place is incredible.
I’m sorry but this is where Part Un ends come read about the rest of our exhausting but fabulous trip to Montreal on Wednesday in Vino Viernes Part Deux (because I’m super French Canadian now and also because I can only count up to three… By the way that means number 2)
Love Ya from the Moon and Back,
Emily (I would totes move to Montreal… It’s so beautiful up there)