Hooked on Phoenix

Let me just start by saying that I just recently became confident in my spelling of the word, "Phoenix". Luckily once I set my mind to it, success came swiftly and I am now sure I can spell it right, even when high on too much caffeine or low on sleep.

If you're ever in a spelling bee it should go like this:

"Feenicks, P-H-O-E-N-I-X, Feenicks"

But for the time being I'll pronounce it like "phonics" or "pho-en-ix." Because I'm all about clearing up confusion.

And in case you are confused as to why I'm devoting so much time to the central Arizona city in the Valley of the Sun- well- that's the next destination! Ross and I will move in June. :D For a post much more GIF-filled, check out this one here.

Still traumatized from the nightmare of apartment hunting in California, we decided to up our game and get the ball rolling early with a trip to Phoenix. We headed on on a shockingly short road trip Sunday.

Gotta get those Snapchat geo filters.



 In case you were interested in wander around in the middle of the Sonoaran Desert be warned:




Anyways, I'm still not sure how we pulled it off with two crazy schedules, but it happened! But not before I went full-blown Sherlock Holmes on any and every apartment complex under $1000/month (and some above) within a 20-minute radius of Ross's new hospital. I feel like I grew up in Phoenix with how familiar I am with all the street names, freeway off/on ramps, and shopping plazas.

But it paid off because whether the ease of the Phoenix housing apartment market, or my preparations beforehand (or a combo of both?) apartment hunting took significantly less time, and was much less stressful than last time.

In just two days we:
1. Viewed dozens of apartments
2. Narrowed down, revisited, aaand
3. Started the application process for an apartment!!

Yep.

It feels incredible. It didn't come without exhaustion and grief and pulling teeth, but dare I say... I'm kinda getting good at this process. I can't wait to do it all over again in 3 years!

I feel pretty confident about our new place and it seems like a decent neighborhood. I am so excited to move and start this next chapter.

I must say, apartment hunting in this neck of the woods is absolutely .... what's the word... stunning? We got optimistic and toured a couple complexes in Scottsdale, Fancy-dale, Snobsdale, whatever you want to call it. Ross and I were literally choking back chuckles.

 

Oh what? Concierge service? Professional chef lessons? Swimming pools with fountains? Poker table? Theater room? Game room with Xbox and Wii and Netflix and Hulu? Chandeliers in my kitchen? Bronze lions in the lobby?  Keep in mind, these were the ones at the top of our price range. Like- we would consider them if needed. I can't imagine the ammenities at the ones I immediately axed. Heaven help me while I crawl back over to the Phoenix city limits.

Along with intense apartment hunting I figured it was requisite to find some fun things to do in the area to break up the monotony. Thanks to my mom I have a great affinity for Food Network's Guy Fieri and his "Triple D" list. Phoenix is brimming with Triple D restaurants and I managed to eat at 3 of them in just three days.

Here is my quick breakdown of visited eateries: 

Chino Bandido 
Was incredibly close to the motel we were staying at, and therefore and obvious first choice. The place is small and offers Mexican-Asian fusion food! If that scares you, you can definitely choose just Mexican or just Asian. I went "safe" this time and got the Jen Red Pork bowl. It is deep fried pork with this red sauce that is kind of like sweet and sour, but 100x better. It was very tasty and different from your run of the mill Panda Express.



You also get a fresh baked snickerdoodle cookie for desert! Plus, their logo includes a Fu Manchu meets Pancho Villa panda. Does it get cuter than that?!

Monday was apartment hunting crazy day but I had a eatery in Scottsdale picked out for lunch:

Tom's Thumb "Not Your Average Gas Station"
Is very close to Ross's future hospital, so also a great choice! Completely different from Chino Bandido but kind of unconventional.

 

As you might have noticed from their tag line... this restaurant is in a gas station. But indeed, not your average gas station. In fact, the fanciest gas station I have ever been in (which, in fairness might not mean much). This gas station has over-stuffed crushed velvet chairs, and Papyrus brand greeting cards.





The food is classic American BBQ, and also amazing. I've had good BBQ, and mediocre BBQ... this is the good stuff. But how can you go wrong with jalapeno and bacon topped smoked and fried pork on a bed of creamy grits?! They have their own BBQ sauces put out in sets on the tables.


 
Of course I tried all of them, and it was really hard to choose a favorite. Even the spicy mustard BBQ was amazing, and I don't even like spicy mustard. The Coke Freestyle machine was a definite bonus.

Tuesday we had finished up with our second visit to our new apartment complex, and celebrated with a visit to:

DeFalco's Italian Eatery
Was yet another score. It is a deli, store, and restaurant located farther south in Scottsdale than Ross's future stomping grounds.


Since it has so much going on, there is little room for sitting but lots of food on your plate.

I got a calzone which I am pretty sure is actually just a medium sized pizza folded in half. I ate and ate and ate and still couldn't fit the leftovers in the to-go box.


Ross got a bruschetta sandwich, very fresh and delicious. The homemade cannoli and canned Dr. Brown's beverages just sealed the deal.

Are you done listening to me ramble about food? Just one more (but not a Triple D), and I'll change gears to dessert!

That's Amore Gelato 
If you're a hipster in the 21st century you're probably hoping on Yelp, Trip Advisor, or Google for your reviews of eateries before you go. Well, if you just so happen to stumble upon an establishment that has about 480 combined reviews with an average of 5 stars, well, you better stumble upon that place "IRL" (in real life). Besides the annoyingly wealthy wealthy people, this place is an absolute gem. They have 40 flavors of homemade gelato! I feel "amazing" doesn't do it justice, but until you come visit me, it will have to suffice. All words fail here.

 It's been an absolute pleasure to be here in Phoenix. I have a few more experiences from our trip that I will be blogging about soon. But for now I'll leave you with the story of

FANCY CAR ENCOUNTER #1:



Ross and I are sitting at a light in Scottsdale (duh!) and we see this fancy thing. Now Ross is a car dude, in that he can appreciate a beautiful car and if he plays his cards right he (believes he) will own a Corvette Stingray. So I ask him what the heck kind of car that is and he is stumped for a minute before he delicately declares that it is indeed a McLaren, a British car that is worth  some exorbitant amount that I immediately forgot because there's still children starving on planet Earth ya know? Ross sneaks a peak when the guy in the car next to us strikes up a conversation with Ross. From this conversation we gleaned that Mr. McLaren lives up the street from our new friend and this dude has not the one, but TWO FREAKING MCLARENS. What did I say about crawling back to the city limits of Phoenix?

Lost

I think, there are times in life when we all feel lost. Not geographically. But you know the kind. I have this favorite quote, classically Pinterest-cliche, 
"Not all those who wander are lost." -J.R.R. Tolkien. But there are times in life when you wonder how long you can wander before you really are just... lost. 

My sister recently became the proud owner of a pair of birds.  Apparently birds can be tricky pets because they have an adjustment period and they can get sick and things can, "go wrong." If you know what I mean. My family was on pins and needles for my sister, hoping the birds would be okay in their new home. And after time, they appeared to be adjusting just fine. They are happy and healthy and the female even laid three cute little eggs. We were all so excited. 

But then the nervousness returned. Would the eggs be okay? Would the parental birds take good care of them? Is the environment conducive to hatching?! Well, one egg hatched!

And produced the most frightening and maybe cute looking thing. A baby bird.

I am happy to say that the bird continues to grow and grow! 

As I thought of this new little bird, I was reminded of this poem: 

Coming Out 

"Some hatchings hurt: ...

The cracking 

of a hardened

fallacy.

The shatter-crumble 

of a bias

bind.

And the new learning 

softness

is so very tender. 

It's frightening to be

nothing more 

than the palest puff

that peeps.

And so remember

and remember

clarion call

to shelter:

"I will gather ...

as a hen

gathereth

her chickens

under her wings..."

A place to grow 

in strength." 

[Source]:Dianne Dibb Forbis, New Era, Dec. 1977, p. 7

When you're naive you think you're one big healthy bird cracking out of a one small shell. But in reality, life is one hatching after the next. And there are so many times in life when we feel like that brand new little bird.

Graduating from college-
Getting married-
Moving to a remote island in the Caribbean-
Moving back to America-
Moving to California-
Finding a job-
Moving to somewhere else (again)-

You feel exposed, vulnerable, and new. We have to find our own way. We may feel insufficient, especially without knowledge to fly, or wings to carry us. 

But it's okay. 

We will grow our wings. We will find our strength, and we will fly. 

Sometimes things just take time.

THE MATCH

They say that time flies when you're having fun. And I suppose it does. But time has a way of flying nevertheless. It's the theme of this blog and the main objective. Documentation purposes. No matter how good or how bad things are, they move. It's the way of the universe and sometimes the only thing you can depend on in this crazy path of life.

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Lately time has been hustlin'. Except for this past week when I could almost swear to you that each day actually had about 48 hours each. That's because this last week was Match Week. It is pretty famous in it's own world of medical school. It's the end all be all. It's the only (and worst) reoccurring nightmare I've ever had in the past 4 or 5 years of my life.

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The Match is a process where you interview and rank and get ranked to "match" with a program to get a residency. Residency is the next step of medical school. The step where you are a graduate and a doctor but can't do crap unless you get a residency. It's 3 more years of training and specializing in a specific area of medicine so you can practice as a physician afterwards. They pay you just a tiny bit of money and work you about 80 hours a week and you get to pay back student loans. Yeah. It's loads of fun.

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You spend months interviewing and stressing before you turn in your "list." You rank all the programs you applied to/ interviewed at and a computer algorithm compares it to how each program ranked applicants and you get matched up. It's of course more convoluted and involved but that's all you really need to know.

Monday you get an e-mail notifying you if you matched. It was scheduled to come at 8:00 AM local time. And came even maybe a minute early. Well, HE DID! He matched.

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I said, "HE MATCHED"

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Have you captured the feeling that I am incredibly relieved and excited?!

It was strange. Even with all the things that went wrong with the application process and how stressful it was, and how the odds weren't really in his favor (IMG over here)- I had this calm feeling that he was going to match and that everything was totally okay. Easy for me to say. It was so cool to be there when he opened the e-mail and see relief just wash over his body entirely. I could tell it was kind of taking all day to truly set in.

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The week lumbered on while speculation and anxiety increased- for me at least. By the time Friday morning rolled around I couldn't sit still. I was more anxious than Monday morning by far. It was the mix of excitement and the fact that I had been waiting for this day for 4 years. THIS will be the place we will live for the next 3 years which is still longer than any other place we have been on this med school path. The minutes slogged by and I worked my hardest to stay focused at work.

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I asked Ross if he had any regrets about his rank order list. He said he had a feeling we would end up in Vegas. I had this feeling about Phoenix, but at Ross's mention of Vegas I started thinking of my next three years in any of the places on his list. Tulsa maybe? I still had this feeling that he would match at his #1 spot. So when the text FINALLY came, I wanted to scream for joy (and relief).

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SCOTTSDALE, AZ! Texted with plenty of cacti emojis.

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There you have it folks! Come June the Petersens shall move again.

From Somewhere Beyond to the Sea, to Somewhere in the Golden State, to Somewhere Among the Cacti! Time to change the blog name cos there's nothing these two crazy kids can't do.

I Had A Dream (Music Monday #19)

Saturday morning I woke up wondering if it was all a dream.

I sat in bed just kinda blinking, wondering if a pinch would bring me back to reality. I looked down at my shirt.

"Brian Fallon brand Painkillers"

It was tangible evidence that it wasn't a dream. I've done almost the same ritual every morning since, Because Friday night I had one of the most incredible experiences of my life.

I'll back up to the beginning where I banished my introvert-self and bought a ticket to head out to the middle of the desert (afterwards my mom asks, "Did you go to a rave?!"). Busy Friday evening traffic gave way to the lonely highway 62, which gave way to Pioneertown Road and rolling desert hills. I was expecting at least a little more fanfare for such an important event. Maybe a gas station or liquor store, but there was none. Blink and you'll miss the marquee-style sign, squint and you'll make out the words "Pappy and Harriet's -Pioneertown-," and a single neon "Budweiser" sign in the window.

Unlike a large LA venue, you're not getting there at least 30 minutes early to find & pay $15 for a random public parking lot. I just rolled into a dirt lot and parked, figuring this "parking space" was as good as any. I've never been so eager to turn off Brian Fallon's music- but just so I could get to hear him sing it in person.

I strolled up to the door, got my will-call ticket wristband and headed through the bar and restaurant to the tiny dance floor in front of a small stage. With some time to kill, I bought a shirt (what I would later cling to as proof!) and patiently waited for Johnny Two Bags, the opening act. I moved my way to the front and found myself pleasantly situated in the front center, about a foot from the stage and just behind a single layer of people.

Johnny Two Bags is Johnny Wickersham, front man and lead guitarist for the famous Social Distortion.



Since said introvert-banishing and ticket purchasing happened so last minute, I didn't have much time to check out his music beforehand. And that is a shame because it is incredible. Very catchy and easy to sing to. My favorite is "One Foot in the Gutter"

"It's been such a long, long time. And the devils and angels hanging around my bed,they don't seem to mind. They gonna drag me into the abyss or into a state of eternal bliss. I got one foot in the gutter,and one foot kicking in the door to heaven."

Johnny put on a great show. It was just him and his guitar. I always feel that solo acts take so much more talent and charisma. Amazing.

But I have to admit, that I was a little bummed out because it seemed like some of the people around me couldn't hang. There is a certain unspoken and basic etiquette (I thought) at shows. Like for one, don't be rude if you're in the front row, three feet from an artist. Like maybe hold off on checking your Instagram feed for 40 minutes. Like maybe don't drunkenly yell about your freaking cat to the people around you. 

Still, it was incredible. Saturday morning I promptly ordered his album and listened to it all day long. 

Monday I returned from work to find that it had arrived (seemed like it took a small eternity!) and it was fun to complement the live experience with a vinyl experience. The album is very different because it has a full band playing along with Johnny, so the sound is a little different but still great.

In between sets you could tell everyone was anxiously awaiting Brian Fallon and the Crowes and literally getting pushy. The drunk girl decided to attempt an altercation with me as she slurred out how she knows Brian Fallon and I can even ask him myself. Trust me lady, if I'm talking to Brian Fallon, it isn't going to be about you. Just be cool.

Soon enough Brian Fallon and the Crowes filled the stage. Even remembering this part makes me grin like a goon. It was the craziest feeling to see a musician who you've followed for 8 years just walk right in front of you. They started out with the Horrible Crowes song "Last Rites," it's only about a minute and a half but I think it is the perfect song to open with. It is also the first track on the Horrible Crowes album. My favorite part about it, and my favorite part throughout the set, is the look of pure joy on Brian Fallon's face as he plays. I hate to sound so corny, but you can see the music fill up his soul and as the harmonies all come together he gets this smile like "nailed it!"

One of the biggest reasons I go to concerts is for the chatter between songs. If I'm a fan I've bought the music and I listen to it routinely. But the funny stories and banter with the crowd is truly what I live for. Fallon did not disappoint. Ross had the opportunity to see him when he toured with The Gaslight Anthem about 5 years ago. And that was his favorite part too. When he came back from the concert (it was at a 21+ venue so I just stayed home and cried my eyes out) he said how fun it was to listen to his stories.

I didn't have much space on my phone for photos and videos (despite hours of desperate attempts to clear stuff off-ugh.). But nothing would have been able to capture what an incredible experience it was. Most of the music was from his work the The Horrible Crowes, mixed with new songs from his solo album. It was a mix of old of favorites, new favorites, and soon-to-be new favorites that I had only listened to bootleg versions of on YouTube.

The venue is definitely unique. It's small and wonderful. Similar in many ways to the small-medium venues I went to when I was in Utah. But you don't have that "neutral zone." You know that 4 foot buffer-zone where security stands to catch the crowd surfers? Nope. So you are right there, I spent the night about 6 feet from my favorite musician. The stage itself is probably only raised about a foot. Being so short would've been a challenge had I not been up so close. Brian (we are on a first name basis now) even joked how close everyone was, "If you guys had mono I would probably catch it!" 

During the show I just kept thinking how unreal it was. It felt like I had won some sort of contest, scored a VIP pass or something. I was grinning from ear to ear and singing my heart out even if I was so star-struck that I couldn't remember all the words. I know this sounds awfully fangirl of me, but he definitely noticed me and smiled. I know it sounds insane. Because I am and it was.

Some other highlights: 

• cover of Atlantic City by Bruce Springsteen.
• talking about how if he had a ton of money he'd want to throw pizza of the White House.
• final song of the evening, "Behold the Hurricane" which has quickly become a new favorite off the album, "Elsie."

Even though it was only released a week ago, "Smoke" is my favorite off of (soon-to-be-released) Painkillers. Okay, maybe "A Wonderful Life" is too. His performances are just so passionate and genuine. Check out "Smoke" here. 

"And you never ended up coming home, you just Became something like some smoke that I tried too hard to hold. And when I awoke, everything had changed you see, I Left my home, returned something different, I was Beaten to death, bleeding to death with regret."

I know he commonly meets with fans, so I was bummed when they didn't come back for an encore song even after all our my cheering. But I know they play a show tomorrow night up north so I just told myself they were in a hurry. I was still reeling from the experience. 

As I headed back out to the car I had this Lifetime movie-esque moment where I looked up at the thousands of desert-sky stars and just laughed about what a crazy experience it was. It felt so strange to hear him on the stereo in my car. Not the same. 

Later that evening I posted a picture on my Instagram. My sister asked, "Sooo, that's like a stock photo right? Like one the press took?" 

Nope! That picture was taken on my phone just below my face! I continue to be totally weird about the experience. I will have to post some video soon. 

Food, Food, but also Family

Today is my last full day in Utah. That makes me sad for a variety of reasons. But in true Kristen fashion, I am going out with a bang. A day or so ago breakfast plans with friends didn't pan out, so today was the day! It was great because we had a large group of people and it was really fun.

I was skeptical at first because the plan was to meet at Black Bear Diner- about 45 minutes away from where everyone lives. But I am glad we did because breakfast was amazing! The diner is a small chain that started in northern California. I kind of recall seeing other locations in such random places like Bullhead City, AZ. My family almost ate there before but the lines were too long.

I realized I must be missing my mom because I ordered the chicken fried steak- something my mom almost always orders. My horchata quest is like her chicken fried steak quest, we are always trying to scope out the best one!

After breakfast we had some time to kill so we wandered around the mall and got a new battery for my watch. We eventually wandered down to Springville to meet my sister and her friend Jen to go to the Museum of Art. To kill more time we wandered around the Walmart there and spent some money on our generous Christmas-gift gift card from the Morris family. I am proud to announce that Ross and I are the happy owners of our very first waffle iron. I can tell I am an official big kid cos I am really wracking up the kitchen appliances.

We then met up with Rissa and her friend Jen to check out the Springville Museum of Art. The Springville MoA always surprises me. It seems like such a random (and nearly rural) place for such an attraction. But the exhibits and works within are always incredible. For such a small looking building it is really quite large inside.

One of the main exhibits, and the first we checked out was the, "30th Annual Spiritual and Religious Exhibit." Being a religious and spiritual person myself, I was pretty excited about this one. I thought of the book God Is In the Mountain by Ezra Jack Keats. Meaning, there are so many different interpretations and personal beliefs that were expressed in the exhibit. It was really cool to see such a diverse display of art.

I did what you are supposed to at museums and made sure to take lots of crappy pictures of beautiful pieces of art.

These first two kind of go with each other I feel like. I've been thinking recently about how so many women hurt to belong. I love that my beliefs and upbringing give me confidence and joy in who I am. Maybe that's why I felt so drawn to these.





As we walked up to this exhibit Ross chuckled a little because he already knew that I liked it. It was behind glass so you can't see it spectacularly in this picture. It is done in a bright Latin American style. The bottom right corner shows, "The Descent of the Holy Ghost," and as the artist mentions, "many people from all five continents are shown in unity."



This was one of Ross's favorites. If you look closely you can see a phoenix emerging from the sun in the wolf's mouth. Also it is based on a Norse myth so he probably liked that too.



I was immediately drawn to this one because of the color (Salvation Mountain?!). But I liked the artist's description as well. I know the descriptions are hard to read without zooming in. The last part reads, "It is imperative that we are keenly aware of the straight and narrow path and do all we can to stay within the straight lines in midst of the temptations of life."



These three are all very intriguing in different ways. The first one, "The Cemetery of the Forgotten Books," really drew me in. I loved the frame with all the books, and the purples and pinks in the painting. THEN I realized she's almost 90 years old and her father was in Franco's army during the Spanish Civil war and I was speechless. What a life to live. I would love to see her other artwork and the stories they tell.

I took quite a bit of time on the middle painting with the hummingbird, "Above the Brambles of Life." The artist's description, "Something amazing happened when we free ourselves from a negative habit, rid ourselves from fears or anger, resentment and frustrations that occur in our lives. We become elevated. Have a greater perspective and can keep moving to better heights of happiness and creativity. I believe the Atonement of Christ can help us achieve that."



The last was just funny. I'm not sure what that style of art is called, it reminds me of the Valyermo Monastery. This piece, "Sometimes it is hard to be dead" was one of many displayed on a wall as part of a piece about ancestors. I like the ancestor looking over the kid and thinking, "I love you and appreciate what you are doing but you are often very stupid and it aggravates the crud out of me." I think about relatives watching over me and caring about me. But this piece provided a different perspective. It makes me laugh to think that my ancestors are sometimes banging their heads against the wall cos I am a knucklehead.

They had another exhibit ending soon, "Family Vacation." The retro and vintage inspired travel theme was fun. But what I found the most breathtaking were paintings of Utah landscapes. It is such a beautiful state!



They museum also had a section with children's artwork. It was pretty cool to see some of the amazing works of art elementary school aged kids made! These kids have some serious talent. One of my favorites is the little shepherd boy sitting with a his little lamb and looking up towards the star.



The last exhibit we checked out, and primary purpose for the visit since it was ending so soon, was a display of parable paintings by Liz Lemon Swindle.



Each set had an ancient and modern interpretation of the parable. Her paintings are breathtaking. I can't even begin to comprehend a masterpiece like that. Which, in and of itself was a cool lesson to think about when looking at religious paintings and paintings of Christ.

My favorites were The Good Samaritan,



And I Would Gather Thee



Obviously the pictures don't do them justice. That's why you go to a museum. But I took them anyway so I could remember the thoughts I had while I looked at them. The lighting, the emotions, and mostly the tender care from our Savior that is so wonderfully portrayed.

Throughout the museum they have interactive portions. This one you could take an inspirational quote from the jar and then write one of your own to hang on the wall. Not sure if this kid got the memo but it summed up my experience at the museum very well, "I liket err ething" Because indeed, I did like everything!

Afterwards Rissa told us about this really cool diner that we just had to go to. We joked about what a must-try place would look like in Springville, but it was a really cool place. Art City Trolley is a hip little diner inside of an old trolley! Did I mention that it's hip? Also the food was great. I got a spicy avocado chicken sandwich with a side of mac n cheese. Rissa got us all a plate of rosemary garlic fries that were amazing. Nice and thin and crispy.



We hung around and chatted for a while before we had to get going but it was great to try a new place and see an old place with new (exhibits) stuff. I can't believe it is already time to get back to real life back home. I don't want to!

The Freak-out!... I mean... Force Awakens

There is no doubt about it- I married a nerd. However, "nerd" is a very loose and all-encompassing term. For as long as I have known Ross, I had no idea how deep his Star Wars nerdery ran. I thought that was left up to his brother Mark. No way. So for his birthday I gave him the complete Star Wars saga on blu ray and we have been working our way through all 6 films. Ross also used his birthday-gifted AMC gift card to buy tickets for the evening release of The Force Awakens as soon they were available online.

Thursday evening soon after work we were off to Riverside to get in line for our 10:30pm showing. The line was already pretty long and we heard that some people were there as early as 2:00 pm. We waited for about 2.5 hours in the freezing cold.



The lines were outside on top of the parking structure. I sent Ross to go get us some hot chocolate with our never ending Starbucks gift cards. He surprised me with a Teavana white chocolate peppermint tea that I fell in love with the other day.



I've been sick and my throat has been killing me. The drinks felt so good on my throat. And they made the time go a lot faster too!

Once they let us in the theater it was the classic scramble for seats. Luckily we found a two together!

The energy in the theater was insane. Almost tangible. Wookie cries, cheers, boos (at the Star Trek preview). Also boos every time a new preview started. GIVE US OUR MOVIE ALREADY! So funny. When the Lucas Film Ltd. image appeared I think people might've shed tears of joy. You could feel the excitement running through your body. Then the theme music and the title... grown men were giggling.

It was even more incredible than I could've possibly imagined. I was blown away. It was such a fun time and it had the usual awesome balance of action, comedy, and even a tiny bit of rommance, all while paying tribute to the original three and even the six as a whole. I'm helplessly in love with Rey, and BB8...... and Fin, and Poe....

I came home and got to work on giving myself a Rey hairstyle. Totally legit to go to work like this right?!

Soooo when comes the part when I get to watch it again?