Where was I? Oh yes. My friends have just arrived at the hotel. The energy is intense. The excitement is pulsing. The sun is bright. The day is full of possibilities. And what does Jenn want? Mexican food.
Off we went on a search for a Mexican restaurant. Down the street I had just an hour earlier been on as I feared for my safety. A boy on a skateboard went rushing through us, splitting up our line. We all turned to get a better look at him. He was looking at us, too. I don't know what I did it, but I definitely don't regret it. I began running toward him. "Hey, hey! Do you want to get Mexican food with us?" He said, "I just ate at Carl's Jr." I said, "Come anyway!" He said, "Okay." Julian became our strong and beautiful knight on our quest to conquer Anaheim.
The first few minutes with Julian were strange. I guess I hadn't really expected him to accept my offer. No one knew quite what to say, so we filled the time with small talk. By the time we entered the restaurant, we were all flowing. He lives with his doctor dad in New Mexico, where he spends his time playing football and skateboarding, or more recently, smoking 'shrooms. We walked all of three miles to the mall, where he dealt with three very different girls screaming and jumping and squealing and laughing and getting fake tattoos. He still wanted to hang out with us the next day. What a trouper.
Sitting in the airport, I don't feel good about going back to Utah with the blizzards and the problems. But here I come...
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