Virginia is ca-razy!

Sometimes I feel like I don't live in the real world. This is what I'm constantly telling myself and others. I live surrounded by highly educated young single adults ages 24-32 who are from middle class Mormon families mostly from the west. One of my roommates just got a job as a Presidential Speechwriter, another travels to Singapore, Germany, and other exotic locations around the globe working for trade shows, I'm no longer shocked when I meet people who attended prestigious Ivy League schools. It's pretty ridiculous. I don't know why I'm saying this to introduce this post, it's just something I've been thinking about a lot. What I really want to show you I guess is while I do live in this world that isn't very representative of the population as a whole. Once in awhile I am brough back to reality and realize that I live in good old Virginia. For example in our quiet neighborhood here in Arlington there was a recent rabies outbreak. 23 people were treated for rabies here in our quiet neighborhood. And the culprit was a rabid kitten of all things. Shocker. http://www.arlingtonva.us/Departments/Communications/11998.aspx
And then today I received an email from my friend Ryan, informing me that MacBeth is playing in a nearby theater. Please look at this poster and you will realize this is not just any regular production of MacBeth.Yes, in case you can't read at the bottom it says Warning: Fully Nude. And yes the star does look like a werewolf. Nothing like a hairy naked man to bring in the masses.

Okay so as of late I just feel like we've been hosting a lot of parties. And I feel obligated to put up more pictures than just naked wolf man. So here are a few random pics for you.
Notice my face if you can make it out in the back. Sheer joy at the dance party for my dear roommate Sarah. And party hats make everything more enjoyable and easily make you look at least five years younger, right?
Well this is the least scandalous of my (I have removed the word sd because I found that people who were searching for sites with that word were finding my blog on google, ew) in the Potomac pictures. Yes, we did it, the night before my old roommate Jenny Miller moved back to Utah. Regrets and disease caught are at a strong zero. Even though a friend was kind enough to forward me an article in the Washington Post after that said "The Potomac is a river with levels of fecal bacteria that frequently exceed federal standards." Ew. What's done is done though.

HC is for hard core. You better believe it. Ok, not that hardcore, but this is me paddling a duckie on the Cheat River in West Virginia. Yes, I survived those crazy class II and III rapids.