"Your fashion Incompetency Makes Me Comfortable"

Ah yes Brad, beautifully said to your fiance.

My friend Matt and  I write emails  often and he always emails me from all the different airports he travels to and from. Since I don't have a smartphone yet, I couldn't email anyone but I wrote this blog at 35,000 feet. The cabin was pressurized, so typos are prevalent. 

This past weekend has been great yet way too short. It is so refreshing being north of the Mason-Dixon line; humor is different, people run their mouths, and most of all, they know how to drive. Sure we might be reckless but we drive with a purpose unlike in Florida where I feel they are trying to go the compete for incompetent driver of the year.

I got to the airport super early but that was ok because I was able to eat a yummy chicken taco salad and people watch in the terminal. I was wearing the Texas A& M shirt Lauren got me and just as I was finished eating this guy starts talking to me about the school and them going to the SEC. Lauren and I have talked about it and it’s always on sports center so I had something to bring to the conversation but the guy kept talking to me asking where the school was, how the town was, and where I was from in Texas. This is what I told him:

Name: Lariza (I am sticking to this name forever)

Hometown: Dallas

School: Texas A &M located in College Station

Purpose for flight: Wedding in Jersey for a friend from college (not a lie)

How did I like school? College Station was such a nice college town. I loved being there for four years and Orlando is a lot different then Texas people.

Mind you this guy invited me to go to Paris with him and was about in his mid thirties. He wore what looked like a wedding ring on his middle finger but I couldn’t tell. He said he loved people watching at the airport and could tell I was from A &M because I looked like a typical A & M girl because I was wearing Bermuda shorts and Rainbow flip flops. I don’t think that is an A & M girl look (or is it, Lauren?) but someone who wants to be comfy on a plane. I don’t know how this guy really thought I was from Texas, I was going to tell him I was from PA but he said Texas first and I figured why not and go with it. I didn’t even fake an accent, which I have done in the past when I said I was from the south.  He asked me what was in my suit case which is such an odd question considering where we were. I don’t believe he was going to Paris though; he was alone, didn’t say he was joining anyone, and was going to Charlotte, NC first.

As I was walking to the pick up area at Philly airport another older man said "Gig 'em!" to me. I started to talking to him all about how I had just graduated from A&M and how great it was to be a part of a long legacy. I should be a spokesperson for this school at this point. 

On Saturday Patti and Brad (aka Big Thunder) had their engagement photos taken at the house. Here is a sneak peak from my camera. Aren’t they just the cutest?  Duke as always thought the pictures were all about him so he got in about 90% of them. 

Sunrise, Sunset

Saturday afternoon turned out to be a gorgeous late summer early fall day. It was a little muggy but overall the weather was perfect for an outdoor wedding. Adrienne and Aaron’s wedding was beautiful and everything turned out great even though they had some bumpy roads because of Hurricane Irene. Everyone had a blast at the wedding and we all danced, ate, and drank the night away. I was at a table of all RAs and we joked about how we can have as much fun as we want and won’t have to knock on each others hotel doors to write IRs and say it was quiet hours. When the DJ played “Living on a Prayer” and dedicated it to the Mason kids we all went nuts and sang the whole thing just as if it was a second half media time out at a Men’s basketball game and Doc Nic and the Green Machine was jamming out.

Adrienne, Aaron, me, Ben

Ms. Tillie at "her Adrienne's" Wedding

The Zebra Longwood Table

 Once again the black and white dress of Prom ’07 made an appearance. Just like Favre’s career, it is time to retire that dress—at least for a season.

Mazel Tov Adrienne and Aaron! 

Sunday was just a day to hang out at home. I literally did nothing, which is not too far off what I normally did on a Sunday at home.

Monday I got up and raced to do all the errands I should have done on Sunday. I went to Borders and randomly ran into Alyssa and Patrick. I am sad that place is closing since it was where I would go on Saturdays to read the latest magazines and abuse their free internet to do homework and online tests. It is because of people like me the store is going under. I ended up getting a few items that were left and didn’t have the word romance or manga written on them (In cases you were interested, there were hundreds of Sarah and Bristol Palin books left on the shelves).  One of the books I picked up was a GRE practice book. I figured since it was on sale I had no excuse not to buy one. Now I just need to actually look through it, sign up for a test, and look at schools. I’m sure that will happen on my days off…..

 I am shocked we are flying now since we had some electrical problems before we taxied, (encouraging words to hear) and this random smoke was coming from the overhead compartments. We finally got the ok to take off but we were now tenth in line to taxi. We are hitting some turbulance and it is times like this I’m glad my mother is not next to me squeezing my arm and rubbing her cross. There is a girl in front of me who is driving me nuts and her grandmother just said they were going to Disney World. With my luck she will be next to me on Wednesday for some poolside activities. Don’t kids go to school these days?

This past weekend has been great yet way too short. It is so refreshing being north of the Mason-Dixon line; humor is different, people run their mouths, and most of all, they know how to drive. Sure we might be reckless but we drive with a purpose unlike in Florida where I feel they are trying to go the compete for incompetent driver of the year.

See you in January! 

me and Jersey Lauren 

Duke Ellington