Hey, Beth's turning 20!

Sunday, July 8 = Beth’s 20^th Birthday!

Quick overrun of Sunday, because I am behind, and this weekend was crazy:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BETHESDA!

Once again with the up at five, yet when I get up at five, I’m not so tired. Que extraño. We eat breakfast at the bakery again before boarding the 6:30 bus to San Jose. It is a four and a half hour trip, but I don’t mind. I get to read, and I am grateful. But by the end, I am hot from lack of air – that window had it out for us, and I get too sick on busses for my liking.

I sit with Beth, so at 7:53 we take pictures. You know what I forgot to tell you yesterday? Yesterday was 7/7/07 and at 7:07 we took pictures. I was pretty excited. ;)
Anyways. Beth’s birthday. It is a big deal too.

We get back and head to the Hamburger Factory for lunch. I have a habit of eating even when I am not hungry, just because everyone else is eating. I need to stop that. I’m sure that is why I am gaining weight. After lunch, I take off for my house where I engage in a two hour sloth nap. I get up and straighten my hair, a rather useless move as it decides to rain tequila and whiskey as soon as I step outside. Oh poo.

I meet the girls at our school stop, and we head to La Fabrica, a pizza factory this time, for dinner. I’m not hungry (after lunch today – yuck), so I sit around and take pictures. I am just enjoying the company – Beth, Hannah, Alicia, Sara, and Jackie – the Monteverde crew. I am going to order dessert, but we are pretty sure we are being kicked out when the place starts closing around us. It is only like six, but it is Sunday. My plan is to sing Beth “Happy Birthday” over dessert, but the change in plans throws me off. Instead we walk to the mall and order ice cream. I completely forget to serenade my lovely friend.

After hanging out for a bit, we all head home, where I fill my mamá tica in on my weekend. Then I work on some postcards (y’know, the ones that were supposed to go out last week) and hit the hay. Moo.

One last thing: Beth said it was a good birthday, despite the fact (or maybe because) it was understated. But she was in a weird mood today, so I hope she meant it. I think all birthdays should be as good as you can make them, and as her friend, I want to do that for her. I hope that she just missed her family. That I can understand. I sure miss mine!