i think i'm getting sick

i am blogging to you from my sister's house! i am loving the quiet of her sleeping house. i am also really loving her keyboard. it is the kind that makes the clicky noise as you type so you sound like you are typing way faster than you actually are. i love when i sound like i am typing fast.

i really just wanted to tell you all a little story of how i saw what i am most certain was a drug deal on thursday night. i had plans to meet my friend rachael at a bar called the bayou in downtown salt lake city. as i turned the corner from the bar and parallel parked...yes i can parallel park, all thanks to marianne moon on the driving range sophomore year...i noticed across the street from me a man that looked a little suspicious. he had longer dark hair that was curly. a lot of facial hair. he was wearing a dark top with camo cargo shorts and had something slung over his shoulder. upon further inspection it looked like a long gun case. sketchy. and as i glanced over in his direction he looked at me and i freaked out. i called rachael and no answer...while i was calling her i imagined him crossing the street and shooting me, which never happened. anyway...he was talking to some guy in a beat up old rabbit and i looked over just as his hand went into the car and then back out and directly into his coat pocket. yep...a drug deal. so this isn't even the weirdest part of the story. the guy in the car gets out and he is a taller guy with a windbreaker like my dad used to wear, jeans and a baseball cap. he gets out and they start talking. then a tow truck comes down on my side of the street, pauses in front of these guys and continues to drive. weird. then a little subaru pulls up and a guy in a hoodie and shorts with a bald head gets out of the driver side and then a man in a long leather coat with a cowboy hat gets out of the passenger side. a weird assortment of acquaintances if you ask me. well baldy goes up to the guy in the windbreaker shakes his hand and the windbreaker dudes immediately slides his hand in his jacket pocket after and then just as quickly removes it...another drug deal maybe? who knows. so this is where the story gets good i promise. the tow truck had pulled a u turn and was back in front of the group of men! at this point the creepy guy with what i still assume is a gun, starts taking off down the street. the cowboy hat guy comes around to the driver side of the tow truck, talks to him for a little while, and then the tow truck drives off, the two guys get back in the subaru and drive off and then the windbreaker guy starts walking off in the direction of the gun guy. leaving his car! i don't know what really went on, but this all happened in like a span of 8 minutes and just seems a little weird. maybe i just watch too many scary crime shows and my imagination just runs wild sometimes, but it was a little unsettling to watch right outside my car. the rest of the night was awesome because the bayou has some of the best food i have ever had! their hummus is amazing and i don't even like hummus! if you need a place to chill with some smooth in house jazz and some delish food...check out the bayou on state street.

i am a little late in doing this, but i just want to wish my older brother matt and my good friend jen and happy birthday yesterday! matt turned 26 and jen turned 25...i can't believe the i will be 25 next june! that is so freaking crazy and i am stressing just a little bit about that. i mean that is like a quarter of a century!