MCAT. Dancing Nana. Haiti.

Or in other words, my weekend.
After three months of studying literally 9 hours a day, 7 days a week, Dom took the MCAT! He felt a lot better about it this time, and after whipping out a 32 on his last practice exam, he went into it feeling confident.
I think I speak for anyone who has had a loved one take the MCAT that I am SO thankful it is over! I have literally barely seen Dom in the past three months, and now I feel like we're in the honeymoon stage all over again :).  That is, for the 12 hours I had with him before he jetted off to Haiti, but that's for later in the post.

In true Dom fashion, he headed straight from the testing center to our new favorite place downtown, World of Beer.  In the 10 minutes it took Dom's Nana and me to gather our things and get there, he had already chatted up the bartender, been told they are desperate for bartenders, and when we walked in he was already being interviewed for the job by the manger. I mean really?! I searched for two months for a job! I swear, I want to come back as Dom in my next life.

I'm such a creeper.

After a round (or two) there, we headed down Clematis Street to a sushi spot we've been dying to get back to since we went on Halloween night.  It was definitely much calmer in there this time...at least until Nana started on her sake and insisted the decorative flower on our plates were edible. And proceeded to eat a petal (just fyi...they weren't the edible kind haha ;)).

 {Spicy Tuna and a Jalepeno Tuna roll. Nom.}

  I was the only one who didn't have any sake, and while we were driving home and little Calvin Harris came on, and we all realized why Nana was definitely not driving that night...

I die. Seriously.

It was so much fun to have my lighthearted relaxed mancake back, but I didn't get to enjoy it for too long.

At 4:30 am our alarms went off and we headed down to Miami so Dom could catch his flight to Haiti.

He's going with one of his fraternity brothers on a medical mission to help build and run a clinic in Port au Prince.  I keep stressing out since it is not safe and there is a travel warning for Americans going there, but as Dom puts it, "If it was safe there I wouldn't have to go." 

Touche.

So, I ask for more prayers, thoughts, and vibes for Dom to have a successful, life changing week in Haiti, and get his cute butt back to me on Saturday!

He's going to save the world, and I'll be at home having a heart attack.