Put some ketchup on it.

Kevin told me I don't update my blog often enough, but really I just think there's not that much that goes on interesting enough to write about. Nevertheless, I'm suffering from a bit of insomnia tonight so here goes:

There's something liberating about dancing in your parents' backyard, margarita in one hand and surrounded on all sides by really good friends. That's where I found myself last night. It was an epic evening in Locust Grove. My step brother, Steve, and his fiancee Shellie were celebrating their upcoming wedding and my mom threw them an amazing Fiesta-themed shindig with catering by La Parilla and an endless, luxurious fountain of some damn fine margaritas. What could possibly go wrong in this scenario?

I was lucky the fiesta coincided perfectly with a visit from my friends Kevin and Tessa (of ASB/Storm Corps fame). Kevin drove over from Biloxi, Miss. Thursday and I drove him to Atlanta for the Britney Spears concert. Loved seeing how giddy he was before/after the show ("Omgomgomg I died like a million times!"). It was amazing seeing him in general since it's been nearly a year since my last spring break doing hurricane relief with United Way in SW Lousiana.

So, the party was fabulous and not all that awkward, given I barely know any of my step father's family and they outnumbered my mom's side pretty handily. No worries, we broke out my amazing iPod selection (slightly awkward when the Lion King and Little Mermaid soundtracks started playing...hehehe) and turned our patio into a dance floor. For the record, salsa dancing is harder than it looks. Also for the record, Kevin KayJay Jones and my roomate Denechia make one hell of a dancing duo.

Anyway, my mom was gracious enough to buy us a hotel room for the evening. Due to it being a race weekend and us being so close to the track, there weren't many hotels to choose from. But I don't really think any of us minded (did I mention the margs?).

Kevin is driving home to Mississippi as I write this and I hope he's got enough red bull to make the 8-hr drive a bit less tiring. See you in April for Lady GaGa, Kev! This time we are hitting up the club so bring that nice shirt again.

Sadly, no spring break for me this year. Not in the traditional sense anyway. It's strange to think I've spent each SB in college doing hurricane relief and this year I'll be working. Sad times. I'm going to miss everyone at ASB and thinking of them next week. So to Eric, Tessa Jo, Cody, Kevin, Ryan, Jessica, and all the other Storm Corps alumnus still going strong and giving back to the Gulf Coast, I love you guys and hope you all kick ass next week.

On that note, going to try to get some sleep now. Work Monday-Wednesday and then heading for Panama City Thursday for the wedding!

'Nite.