morning after

Being back home has been such a sobering experience on all levels. I'm sobering up, and while I don't feel like the normal me, a good friend reassured me that I will build character and faith through these trials (thank you). I don't feel like the normal me, but I'll become a better me after all this. Thank you, God.

Love doesn't make sense. God's love seriously doesn't make sense. A pure, trusting love you feel towards someone doesn't make sense. A mother's love may not make sense. Heartbreak doesn't make sense. But I'm figuring out that it's that much more extraordinary because it doesn't make sense. God's so genius for creating the heart outside of the mind.

In other news, my "study break" to Vegas was v. much needed. In Vegas I...

• Found my future bathroom
• Ate breakfast with the birds at the Wynn... and then got crapped on by a bird, but supposedly it is good luck. and it was because...
  
• Won $100 in blackjack, a game I forgot how to play
• Indulged in the Lakers' victory with a bunch of random strangers at the bar
  
• Witnessed an old man grope his wife at the bar. Then he groped the waitress while his wife wasn't looking. Disturbing.
  
• Almost cried during THE perfect meal at Hubert Keller's Fleur de Lys (flourless cake in the "celebration of chocolate" dessert special = my death)
• Went tanning for the first time since I moved down from SF
  
• Almost forgot about my troubles.
• ADD: ate ESCARGOT for the first time in my life.
  

All in all, a wonderful trip. :) Thanks, D.

Two of my favorite people have started their life together by committing in marriage, and that's such a beautiful thing. Congrats, Jeff & Ang.