Modern Ruined My Pedicure

Two days, five dance classes, two hours of yoga, and one long shift in women's shoes.
My body is exhausted and doesn't get to rest. Tomorrow (more accurately tonight) at 3 am we have to leave for the airport. Apparently the only way to get to Lincoln, NE on Thursday was to leave at o-dark thirty and fly through Denver. Balls.

Anyways, my body is going to be sore. Right now I am fresh out of the bath and just a touch stiff, but oh tomorrow (tonight? 3am?) my joints will be feeling all this dancing. I have been working out for over a month and dancing for all of two days, and I feel a little more like my old self. Honestly, it's probably the outfit. I probably stand a little taller because of the leotard. And I look skinnier because I am sucking my stomach in, most likely because I'm in a ROOM OF MIRRORS.

Nevertheless I am the happiest girl west of the Mississippi. That is until I go a little closer to the Mississippi. Then, who knows.

The reason for my midnight travels lies in the little town of Grand Island, Nebraska. Where over 50 of my family members are meeting to celebrate my Grandma's 80th birthday. And to drink beer. It's a yearly tradition and we call it "Fish Bash." We haven't gone fishing since I was in 4th grade, but that's not important.

When my cousin Thomas was born with severe down syndrome the 6 O'Malley brothers all came together to take my uncle camping. The next year my Aunt joined them. They decided that family was too important to only get together for weddings or funerals so they made it a tradition. And we have been camping the third weekend of June ever since. I'm pretty lucky to be part of such a cool (huge) family. Even if they do drink a lot of beer :)

PS- While I am traveling to the land of corn, The Barista is on his way to Mexico. We had a good chat today, it was fun!