I Hate Name-tags

There. I said it. I hate them with a passion. I hate feeling pressured to have good handwriting, and I hate that there is NO non-awkward place to put a name-tag on a woman's body. Not one. For your reading pleasure, the following are the ridiculous instances in which I have had to wear name-tags in the past three weeks.

• First day of class at the BC.
• Institute; weeks one and two.
• Name-tag Sunday, the only thing I have been displeased with about my new ward (really, the only thing. Relief Society out here is incredible! I actually look forward to it. And the high council speaker in sacrament today was awesome. He confessed to being a metal head and I think my heart grew two sizes during that talk).
• The Relief Society Appreciation Dinner sponsored by our EQ (I felt like that was a plot to give the guys an excuse to check us out, aka "appreciate" us. But also, none of them would have known our names, and as such their appreciation would have seemed rather disengenuous, had we not had name-tags... It was a lose-lose scenario).

Five instances too many.

Before I dive into what else has been going on here, I'm going to rant for a second. My boy (who I can't think of a code name for... suggestions?) received a dinner invite from his brother - A - for this evening. Cool. But then he found out that his other brother - B - and sister in law would not be there. Whatever. But then he found out that the reason B and his wife would not be there was because A's wife's cousin and HER roommate were coming over, and A and his wife thought it would be cool for my boy to go hang out with them. EXCUSE ME? I'm sure they didn't mean anything by it but let's face it, my boyfriend is an attractive guy, and girls suck; therefore I really don't like where that was going. My boy turned down the invitation because he was uncomfortable with the idea too, but really. Who invites a guy with a girlfriend over to hang out with two single girls? Gah...



In other news, I've been really busy lately. Work is going really well though, and my boss frequently buys lunch for the office, so I definitely can't complain there. Also, there are lots of exciting things happening here all the time. We went to the H street festival yesterday. That was cool, very diverse. I got gelati (Italian ice + custard), saw a break dance fight, and had my fortune told (see facebook photos).


On Friday I got to go to the Botanic Gardens, which, in case you were wondering, is a sample of what my heaven looks like (also I've given up on total anonymity because I love this picture).

I also went and wandered around Adams Morgan Friday night. I found a cool thrift store, and a really neat antiques shop.

 Also, PM, thanks for the falafel suggestion! That was the real reason we went up to Adams Morgan in the first place :)


On Thursday I went on a bit of a shopping spree. I found some fantastic stuff and spent a significant amount of money. It's a good thing my internship is paid... Or maybe it's a bad thing...


Finally, I've found that I tend to be slightly monochromatic. Not really, but I have an awful lot of things in this color or some variation of it:

Anywho, I love and miss you all. Sorry I can't go rock climbing with you. I hope all is well back home!



- The Rack


p.s. - I'd like to dedicate this post to a certain quarterback who gave me several heart attacks last night, threw away the game, salvaged it from the trash, and could have gotten away with it too, if it wasn't for that pesky goal post. Missed it by an inch...