Recent Happenings

I most apologize for the large gap in my blogging. I'm back from my hiatus, hellloooo blog! Lots has happened since my last post. I had my 22 birthday, watched best friend Liz graduate, and completed my college career.

Lets start with my birthday. On April 27 I turned 22! The celebration went down at the Iron Horse Pub. It was a great turnout, about 30 of my close girl and guy friends

 showed up (on a Monday I might add) to help be celebrate my day of birth. I had far too much fun. I was playing an air trombone around the bar, and later that night danced on a 

table to.. no music. Needless to say, it was an amazing night.

The next big thing that I got to do was visit my besty, Liz Abend, at her graduation from Pepperdine. It was an amazing trip. I flew down to Malibu with her family. Walked around V

enice beach, which was.... an experience. Later that night listened to Liz deliver an amazing speak to her graduation class at their banquet. Hit up dance club, "Ch. 8" were we fended off creeps on the dance flow and I paid $40 for three drinks!!! Saturday was all about commencement services. Liz was the first to graduate (wooo!) Their stage was out side on a hill with the backdrop being the pacific ocean. The weather was beautiful. It was a great day! We flew back Sunday and I drove back to school. Ugh. Her graduation got me very excited for my own. 

2 short weeks later it was my turn. Liz flew in on Wednesday. Marcy, her, and I went out to the Top Hat that night and enjoyed the live bands. Thursday was my last day of work. I may have shed a tear when I turned in my key. I'll miss you UM Foundation. Thursday was also my last day of college. The feeling as I left the business buil

ding was one of mixed emotions. But we celebrated with some shopping and 2-for-1 drink specials downtown that night. Friday was grad parties and the Miller clan rolling into town. Early to bed for a big day of graduating. Finally MAY 16 ARRIVED!!! My day was stressful, exciting, sad, and overwhelming. It was a picture taking, small tears, goodbyes, congrats, sweating, "cap head", and long speeches. 

Later that night Marcy and I had our graduation party at the Press Box, all of our family and friends were there with us to celebrate. Overall it was an amazing weekend. More to come on life post-college!

Spring Break 09 - Day 2 3.27

First actual day in Panama City Beach. We got a ride from a very nice, generous business man who, in fact, paid for our $30 ride. We were a little skeptical at first, but the taxi looked legit. Just a nice guy doing a nice thing (and money to burn). We got all checked into our hotel, Casa Loma (a Best Western). And then we decided our first drink of spring break was WAY over due! So we walked (in the rain) to the closest bar. Little did we know that this bar, The Red Door Saloon, would be our favorite bar of the whole trip. The locals and bartenders welcome the drenched, obvious tourists into the establishment. We got pizza (cheese because it was Friday) and beer, and the bartenders fell in love with Montana girls. Drinks were free. Bound to get on the beach we left The Red Door and put our swimming suits. We in the rain and wind frolicked in the gulf. Even though it was a double red flag (meaning whatever you do, don't get in the water!!!). We continued to have a pool party (just the two of us). Including cannon balls, swan dives, and Marco Polo. Because it was Friday night, and we were in crazy party mode, we decided we were going to hit up one of the big clubs that night, Club La Vela. We put on our party pants and hit the club with goals of dancing till it hurts. It was fun, until Marcy innocently made the mistake of handing a boy her drink for TWO seconds. We were instantly kicked out. Which ended up working out fine, because we were both tired from all the traveling. That concluded day one!

Spring Break 09 - Day 1

Seeking a very cliche last spring, my good friend Marcy and I decided to take a trip to Panama City Beach, Florida. Pre-SB, I spent my days counting the hours till I was on a beach and googling tips, fun clubs, and photos of other spring breakers. The day finally came. Marcy and I drove down to my hometown of Blackfoot, Idaho and my mother generously drove us to the airport in Salt Lake City, Utah. We caught the plane to Denver which was experiencing a huge blizzard. This was real stressful, so our first plan of action once we landed was to get a drink on the layover, even if it was a $10 bloody mary. To much disappointment, every single shop was closed, except McDonalds. No such thing as a McTini. We settled for $7 happy meals. Caught our flight to Atlanta, Georgia. Small layover there; very very early in the morning. We were so tired and excited at the same time that it made everything funny. I mean everything. Boarded our last flight to Panama City, or so we thought. Apparently there was a huge storm hovering just above our designation. We had to go land in Valdosta, GA for way longer than we wanted to. Bored, tired, and really ready to just be there our patience grew thin as the pilot said the storm had cleared and we could reboard the plane. The next plane ride was so rough. Marcy and I both got sick. Our little plane was getting shaken like a maraca. We miraculously made it! WE ARRIVED!!!

New Car!

I got a new car! Its a 2003 Volkswagen Passat Wagon. My dad, grandpa and I found this little gem in Provo, UT. It was a great deal. I'm super excited to have new wheels. Its a very "mature" looking new car. Some have called me "soccer mom" and asked if we can pick up the kids and get groceries in my new car. But I do not care, I love the new ride!

Car Accident

So I was recently in a car accident. I was on my way to work right around rush time of 5:00 pm. I was stopped behind a pickup who was stopped for a car in front of him that was turning left. We were waiting a while for the car to be able to turn left, when another car, oblivious to us stopped slammed into the back of me. The driver was looking down and didn't even see me, so she didn't even hit on her breaks. Her hit pushed my car into the back of the pickup in front of me. My poor little neon was like a ping pong ball between the two. Both ends of my car got smashed. She hit me so hard that my CD deck and air vent cover flew out of my car. Stuff that was in my trunk was in the middle of the road. I had my seat belt on but still experienced some serious whiplash. I hit my knees on the dash. I was ultimately ok. I'm still waiting to here the verdict on my car. Poor neon!

Saint Patrick's Day 09

This year for Saint Patrick's Day, we decided to celebrate the holiday in Butte, Montana! Butte is infamously known for throwing one hell of a St. Patty's day party. I think that this is because there are a lot of Irish in Butte. Marcy and I made sweatshirts for the occasion. Her's read, "Shake Your Shamrocks" and mine said, "Who's Your Paddy?" On the back, she was hooligan #1 and I'm hooligan #2. We drank green beer, did irish gigs in the streets, meet up with other friends were in the same fine condition that we were, and made new friends with locals. There were lots of cops out. I'm glad we all were 21, because the second we got there, we got carded. The cops were fun though. They didn't rain on the the festivities of the night. I saw a man passed out at the bar in one of the local pubs. Marcy was really hungry and stole a bratwarst from a stand. We came home with beads, glitter, a little mud, and beer on us. Over all it was a fantastic time! I would recommend Butte on March 17th to anyone (no other day of the year though!)

The Jack

The Lumberjack. The name alone says enough about this bar. Located deep in the wilderness outside a little town called Lolo, MT, this bar is the epiphany of a what one would expect from a Montana bar. The front door is built into a tree. The entire place is made out of wood, don't you dare light a cig in this place. The decorations include chainsaws, stuffed jack rabbits, pictures of local logging heros. The highlight of "The Jack" is a swing seat built at right up at the bar. So fun! Who knew that a playground favorite would be a hit at a bar. However, strategically placed in front of the swing seat is a bell. A bell that as you swing in the seat is screaming at you, "reach up and ring me!" I was lucky enough to have been warned of the bells true meaning before my first visit to the Jack. The person who rings this bell has just volunteered to buy the entire bar a round. Very trick Lumberjacks! Marcy and I put on some good country tunes (from a jukebox!) and began to show the locals how us city girls can swing dance. There was pool, great beer, and our group of friends out numbered the locals. It was overall a great first experience of the Jack!