Go ahead, go ahead and light up the town

As I was walking home from class today, I realized we have less than two months left of school. I continued for about 5 minutes to repeatedly think, "March, April, May...March, April, May..." making sure I was counting correctly. Realizing finally that yes, March to April and April to May is only two months, I tripped over my feet, falling flat on my face.

...figuratively speaking.

Dream until your dream come true

I just found out about this yoga studio outside of Madison that every once in awhile holds "Yoga and Wine" events...you do a yoga class and then afterwards you hang out, do a wine tasting and eat appetizers. The next event they are having is in about a month and focuses on the Mendoza wine region in Argentina. They should just call it "Jenna's Fantasy Event."

Let's give 'em something to talk about

"Jenna, do you want to know what you're doing tonight?"
"What am I doing tonight Kevin?"
"Coming to an 80's party at Cafe Montmarte!"
"awwww, man"

Against my body's wishes, I found myself pre-baring with Ali and some other friends, adding hairspray to my overly-teased coif that was the topper to my incredibly 80's ensemble.

"Is it really 80's theme or are we going to walk into the bar and they all look at us like we're crazy? Are you just making this up?"
"Well, it's actually an 80's prom theme...it's a party for the students in the theatre department so they made it an 80's prom theme."
"80's prom? We're going to be like kids from the wrong side of the tracks at this thing..."
"That's kind of a weird theme for a department party..."

After paying the cover fee at the door, Kevin and I step into the bar. Scanning the crowd, all we see is men in rented black tuxedos and women in updos who look like they spent $70 on a new dress for this occasion. I look at Kevin in his windbreaker, tight-rolled stone-washed jeans and bandana and burst out laughing.

"DEFINITELY not 80's!"
"...ok, if anyone asks, we just came from an 80's party!"

But your lovin' don't pay my bills

"Do y'all have free laundry on Mondays?"
"...I'm sorry?"
"Free laundry on Mondays? Someone told me you had free laundry on Mondays."
"uuuuuummmm...no we don't do that here..."

...but that is a good idea seeing as it is a laundromat

Have everyone think I'm on the mend

Walking to my research lab early this morning, it became obvious that something was going on at the Kohl Center. Generally, this is pretty normal except that today it was busy at 8am. My puzzled face turned a little sour when I realized the obvious...high schoolers. State competitions always spell horrible drivers, masses of inept walkers, and the crowds of high schoolers staring around on State Street, either looking arrogant or bewildered. Then my sour face turned puzzled once again as I thought I saw the name of my high school on a guy's shirt...only to be followed by my high school's band streaming out of a bus. Apparently the basketball team went to state. It struck me as odd that I had no idea.

In other news, I was just called "shorty" by a guy wearing a candy necklace...

I'm feeling wings though I've never flown

"aqui o para llevar?"
"sorry?"
"aqui o para llevar?"
"para llevar, por favor."
The Chipotle guy grins at me as he puts together my dinner. I can see him inwardly congratulating himself for somehow knowing I could speak Spanish. We chat a bit in Spanish as he dollops some fresh salsa on my burrito bol. Coincidentally, I received a free side of guacamole. Perhaps I should have tried this back then.

Earlier, I found myself sitting at the Terrace, HoboHookah fired up, watching people run in shorts and tank tops with guys ice fishing in the background. You gotta love Wisconsin.

Because the streets are alive with the sound of Boom Bap!

I finally went to a women's hockey game last night. Seeing as one of my best friends plays on the team, it's pretty ridiculous that it took me 4 years to get my act together and make an appearance. Luckily, last night's game nearly made up for 4 years of absence as it was the second-longest game in NCAA history. I think I had about 5 heart attacks, 2 strokes and some mild seizures throughout the game. Sitting next to my friend's very enthusiastic brother and father did not help matters, especially because less than stellar officiating was pretty rampant. So after emerging from the Kohl Center at 12, technically 1am due to daylight savings, my plans of bar-hopping to celebrate the heaping piles of birthdays that occurred this weekend seemed pretty frightening to my emotionally exhausted mind.

Going home instead of out was definitely a happy idea since I was able to get up early for a day that has already been filled with wandering the sun-soaked streets for a few hours, exploring the pretty confusing Monona Terrace, finally making use of our back porch, taking a quiz and finishing homework. I am really impressive so far.

Amid my wanderings, I remembered that a few weeks ago I had had the biggest craving for some Jell-O 123. Random? yes. If you have never had Jell-O 123, you make me sad. Either way, I did a little searching online and discovered that
1. it was discontinued in 1996
2. Many people online are upset by this fact
3. the homemade version does not sound nearly as magical as the boxed version was...(I have to blend stuff??? Not just water + weird powder + fridge = tri-layered heaven? ...albeit in a very strange, "what the hell is this?" kind of way)
Anywho I might just have to try the homemade version because if I ever need to go to an 80's theme party, that is exactly what I am bringing, ESPECIALLY if I discover that Jell-O 123 shots are possible. Hello Heaven.

I couldn't stop laughing, no I just couldn't help myself

Babies laugh and smile an average of 400 times per day...Adults? 15

Wait in your corner until that breeze blows in

I think I'm slightly obsessed with yoga. I get stressed, I go to an extra class. I miss two days, I feel my body losing flexibility. I constantly want to come home and brag about how I finally flipped my dog or got into toe stand (which I did today, thank you very much), but don't really want the blank stares in response.

Grace, I miss you.

It is never too late to become what you might have been.

~George Elliot

That was my quote in my high school yearbook senior year. Never would have guessed I would have become such a little hippy...ok I would have but I was probably the only one.

To obtain a 'birds eye' is to turn a blizzard to a breeze

After pressing snooze a few times like usual this morning, I woke up again slowly, then suddenly bolted awake. The door in my bedroom which leads out to the fire escape stared back at me wide open. The door I had not opened since October, the door I keep dead-bolted at all times, the door I stuffed a towel under to keep the draft down, this door was now welcoming the freezing breeze from outside, ushering it into my bedroom. So after grabbing a robe, looking around eyes wide and ears scanning the air around me, I shut and locked the door. Now I sit at my computer, jumping at every little noise and wondering if anyone else in my house is awake. So if there is some intruder in my place and I die in T-5minutes, it was nice knowing you.

Or it could have something to do with the wind advisory...but how did the wind unlock a dead bolt?...That is talent.