I also missed my cousin opening his LDS mission call- and simultaneously realized I would be missing saying goodbye to him. Tanna Boy, my baby cousin is all grown up and heading to Long Beach to preach the gospel. I was standing in the grocery store grabbing a family sized bag of Cheetos when they called me to listen in to the big reveal. I think my excitement scared the gentleman who was just down the row from me because he quickly skirted away seconds after I answered the call.
I missed my family’s vacation to Jackson Hole, which reaffirmed two things: One my desire for a mountain bike, and two my desire for them to wait until mid December for the next vacation.
It was also my week of first experiences:
My first day in session was a blur of paperwork, phone calls, and preparation for votes. Capitol Hill is an entirely different creature when session begins than it is during the releaxed August recess.
Earlier on in the week I had my first unpleasant encounter on the metro. I was leaving the metro after work- getting home about an hour and a half after the usual rush- due to the session. I scanned my smartip card as I left the station and a young man, I am assuming in his early 20's, with his pants too low and a "Straight Outta South Africa" knock off of an N.W.A. shirt on was entering the station. He flipped around and followed me toward the exit. I quickened my pace and so did he. He kept calling to me and getting closer, he caught up to me pretty quickly and continued to raise his voice making snark comments about how I was too small of a snowflake to be wandering around this 'joint'. Thankfully, a gentlemen had heard the commotion and had turned back down the Petworth escalator to survey the scene. The N.W.A. t-shirt took off up the side escalator as soon as he saw the other man approaching.
Mom, I'm not sure when you'll read this but sorry I didn't tell you.
This week was also my first time meeting Congresswoman Love, who blew me away. There are little words to describe the force she enters a room with, it's almost as contagious as her impeccable style.
Finally, this week brought me my first visitor from home, Zach. It was a breath of fresh Wasatch air to sit down and have dinner Thursday night; topped off with chocolate milk and ice cream while we stayed up til the early morning talking about each of our adventures from the past weeks.