Last night was a crazy night. I got off work around 10 and I went home and quickly changed into my favorite dress. I went to Abbey Road, a local bar that my family goes to at least one a week. I introduced myself to people and met some interesting people. After awhile I began talking to one guy about my plans for the future and how I hope to visit europe next year. He went on for about an half hour about how it's not as nice as I think it will be and how I'll probably get killed by the Turks. I appreciate his honesty, but maybe he should reconsider that he's crushing a little girl's dream. After awhile we all decided to go to the waffle house. I'm an anxious girl who can not legally drive past 9 pm. So at 3am, drunks piled into the car, but surprisingly I didn't panic like I thought I would. After a meal, a conversation with a new yorker born in Brazil and leaving a 33% tip like crazy people, we left, and I drove everyone home. It wasn't that exciting of a night, but it's nice to go out. They all tell me "don't grow up so fast", and I tell myself to slow down because I will regret it. But I don't know how to slow down, and it feels so right now.