the story, in short.
10:45 p.m. - a phone call goes like this:
"anna, meet me in t.j. (mexico!)"
"that's absurd, i'm hanging up on you now."
10:47 p.m. - call back
"so. how do we get to mexico?"
other important numbers of this night/weekend, because numbers make the greatness, and believe me, there was greatness.
2: the number of dogs bigger than a whole anna who chased her around a mansion because she does what we all would do when seeing 2 anna sized dogs - run screaming.
90: the speed i was driving when i got my two hundred (200) dollar speeding ticket.
3: the number of cops (internationally!) that pulled me over.
45: the number of minutes it took to navigate out of mexico when we unintentionally crossed the border.
1: the number of driver's licenses (mine) stolen by the mexican police.
25: the number of cigarettes smoked in two countries.
7: the number of times we listened to my arabic cd on repeat.
5: the number of hours needed (and spent!) in a spa to recuperate.
0: the number of weekends that have outdone this one in my young adult life.