Welcome to the Big Delawhere???

Our first weekend in the Dirty Del, was interesting to say the least.  It’s always hard to adjust no matter where you move, so we are trying to be social butterflies and meet new people every chance we come by. Unfortunately we came to Delaware at a bad time, all the hot surfers and their brothers are gone for the winter. However, thankfully it was Halloween weekend, an awesome opportunity for conversation starters. We decided to venture out on the town on Friday night and stop by a random Halloween party. Kara and I went as the “walk of shame”.  Only 1 of 5 people in Delaware knew what that meant…I guess it’s a college thing which is hard to come by in this state.  There were some sweet costumes….anything from legos, to Tiger Woods and Elin, pot leaf, to jailbirds (no costume needed).  Entertainment was provided by a black ninja and an Asian Luigi, which gave us quite a few laughs.  Cigarettes were a requirement to enter the party. We asked each other, are we being punked right now?  Saturday was very productive: joined a gym, went to wal-mart, grocery shopping, and accidentally entered a Halloween parade…no big deal, I just told Kara to smile and wave. It didn’t even compare to our post Hyatt sleepover, dodging 40,000 + runners at the Race for the Cure in our stilettos.  Saturday night we went down the road to the Rusty Rudder, a fine drinking establishment right on the bay. I have never seen so much cleavage ( ladies, gents, and everyone else in between)! There needs to be a regulation on Halloween costumes…more than just a piece of cloth or a tassle! We met a Mexican (Me gusta his stylo) and his donkey who introduced us to Mr. Chester Baxter.  For any of you who don’t know Chester...watch out! Mike Ditka won the costume contest, but we should have got a prize for most creative. Our night ended early due to the ridiculousness of a 1:00 last call! Seriously, who does that…take me back to Ohio! Tomorrow is Monday, so I guess it’s time to do big girl stuff and start an official job for the first time in 26 years.

Hello Real World- Kara & Sarah reporting for duty

Finding a photographer, booking a reception hall, bridal gown shopping, choosing a cake topper, all of which are difficult decisions that many 25 year old women face; however, not in our case.  We are too busy buying onesies, pacifiers, and pampers for our little bundles of joys. Ok that's a lie too because Sarah and I are still on our parent's cell phone plans, call our parents before making any big decisions like paper or plastic, and have just recently ditched ramon noodles for big girl food; no babies for us.  After 4 years of undergraduate work and 3 years of grad school at Ohio State to earn our doctorate degree in physical therapy, Sarah and I decided that it was time for us to contribute to the work force. When we were trying to determine our post graduate plans, we decided that we don't know where we wanna settle down, what particular patient population we wanna work in, and where our future husbands live. Therefore, the idea of being a traveling physical therapist sounded like pure bliss.  We signed up for this sweet gig and are now hitting the road, ready to conquer the world.  We will work in a particular city for 13 weeks and then move on to the next, all while living in apartments/condos that our company pays for. This blog is going to serve not only a memoir for us along the way, but we wanted to keep our family and friends updated on our whereabouts.  Sarah and I have a tendency to end up in very interesting situations, so feel free to laugh at us or with us throughout this expedition.  Don't worry, we will try to keep things PG, but we are not making any promises.  We are both firm believers in living life to the fullest and checking off every item on our bucket list, so what better time then now to get this party started.  First stop: Lewes, Delaware!