First off, I just wanted to say that after trying very hard to find something worthwhile on TV tonight to destress from my week and in general relax, knowing that tomorrow will be a long day at the retreat center, I finally decided it was time to call it a night. Bones was decent, What Not to Wear was cute, but neither really made my night and I was super excited to get some great sleep (especially after last night--see below). Right before I turned out the light, I decided to see if there was an update on the WNT blog. They are in Mexico right now for Olympic qualifying and there had been some decent blogs of late, so I thought I'd make a last minute check before snuggling under the covers. Much to my dismay, their first game against Jamaica has just started and I can follow along with MatchTracker. Minute one of the game resulted in a play-by-play scroll that read, "We're only 25 seconds into the game and Abby Wambach has already put the ball in the net!...unfortunately..." That's all they said. And I'm sitting there like, okay I need to get some sleep. Tell me what happened already. Well, the goal was called back because of a previous foul, but of course, now I'm hooked and I have to decide if I want to stay up for the game which I can't watch real time and can only follow on MatchTracker (if you have ever tried to do this you know it is extremely frustrating). I think I will stay up for 12 more minutes until 10:00pm.
In order to pass the time until then, I will tell you about my crazy dream last night. So we're at my cousin's wedding (my cousin isn't even engaged, so I don't know who he's marrying) and whoever his fiance is, she isn't Catholic, but we're still gonna do half the ceremony in Catholic (like Catholic is a language, whatever). And all my favorite STMers are there. Who knows? Maybe they are secretly great friends with my cousin. And Pete is wearing a blue shirt and a purple tie which happens to match my purple dress and I bring up the fact that we match. And Jon Weisiger comes up and says, hey I match too. And sure enough he is also wearing a blue shirt that very much matches Pete's. So then we do the first reading and the psalm and then we sing the Alleluia while the priest and the bridal party processes up the aisle and then the rest of us who are already in the pews process up to receive communion (here's the part that's not Catholic, because there has been no consecration yet and I overhear a little girl ask her mom if she is supposed to receive it because it isn't the Eucharist). It was super weird. There were other details I remembered right after I woke up, but I won't bore you.
The funniest part about the dream was that last night when I talked to my mom I was explaining about how [update: the WNT just scored, Wambach to Lloyd to make it 1-0 in the 18th minute] long-winded my preceptor is and how you ask her a question that could have a two-sentence answer and she does a five-minute discourse. And my mom says, "so kind of like when you tell us about your dreams." Yeah, exactly like that.
So now I'm done with this lovely blog and I still have four minutes to follow the game. My priorities could change in the next four minutes and I could decide that sleep is so not worth it (I have an audio imprint in my head from My Big Fat Greek Wedding when Ian is getting baptized and Toula is talking about how any minute he is going to say "you are so not worth this") and end up staying awake for the whole game. Who knows. If I'm this random, anything is possible.