We went to a sports bar to watch the BYU basketball game on saturday.
we ate wings. I dont really eat wings.
Too much work for too little food.
I had BBQ honey sauce all over my face.
I hate being dirty.
But I look really happy here.
I just want to take this time to express my love for this gospel. What an incredible knowledge it is to know that I can live with my Heavenly Father again. That he knows me personally. That he knows every pain, every sorrow, every heartache. That he knows every joy, love and success I have ever felt.
thumbs up! I dont know why my thumb looks so crooked

The driver was nice. He called me crazy for wearing shorts. So I cried more. He demanded cash that I didn't have, so I wrote him a $10 check. I think he felt bad for me. I wonder why.
Rachael, the other intern, and adorable person, taught us how to ride the bus. Apparently we have to sit in the back because the elderly sit in the front. So we enjoyed a leisurely trip around Madison Ave on our way to the gymnasium. nbd.
We like the bus because :
Tonight as we were walking around, we realized it was soo cold our legs were numb. Literally could not feel our chins, and our toes were probably about to fall off from frostbite, so we went to Starbucks to get a hot chocolate and warm up a bit. As we sat down, I realized the charming worker man scratched out the other words on my cup, as to make a quite flattering little message for me. It Definitely warmed me right up. what a sweetheart.
after hours of debate of what flavor to choose and whether or not to share (dumb debate) I decided on the "half baked" cupcake all to myself. I dont regret it one bit. I HIGHLY recommend this place. plus, the workers were oh so helpful in our perfect cupcake search.

This is Howard Altmann. He is a famous poet living in NYC, who has had 5 poetry books published. He sat by us in a restaurant the other night. We started talking. Apparently he is writing a story right now about a 65 year old man living on the same street we are living on in the Upper West Side. It sounds creepy..but I promise its not. Just cool. It made us feel famous. So if you happen to stumble across a poem by dear Howard in the next year about 3 Mormon girls living in the upper west side we are them. I promise I wont forget the little people.
We met a red head Canadian the other day on the subway. She voluntarily told us of a crazy adventure she had the other night. I wanted to forward the story on to you for your entertainment and possibly provide you with an excellent learning opportunity.