I fucking got it.

I received the best email while in not necessarily in the best state of mind this Friday. After rereading it a few times and then making my girlfriend read it to make sure I was reading it right I flipped my shit.

Here's the email.

Subject: Congratulations-RA Process-Continue on to take class

Dear [old name]:

I am writing on behalf of the Paraprofessional Selection Team of the Department of Residential Housing.  After reviewing the feedback by those who you interviewed with, I am happy to extend to you an invitation to enroll in EDCP 400. Enrollment in EDCP 400 is required for all RA candidates who wish to be considered for an RA position. The class is taught by current Residential Housing staff and provides training for RA candidates.   

As the next step in your candidacy, you must register for one of the sections of EDCP 400 that is designated “For Students in the RA Training Program.”  When those class sections are available for registration you will receive another email with instructions on the registration process.  

Basically I got the RA job. Almost.

I need to do this class. And qualifying for being the resident adviser for gender neutral housing is going to be a competition, but the interview part was definitely going to be hardest part of the selections process.

So yeah. Provided I don't royally fuck up this next quarter then I should be set for the next few years as far as education is concerned.

I just need to figure out what I'm going to do with my cat J'zargo (He's most likely going to be taken by my girlfriend, or I'll leave him for my roommate to have, if he wants him.)

This weekend was fucking ridiculously awesome though.

Friday night was spent playing a gig which went really well, and then with friends, hanging out at the house. I got the gf a hookah for her birthday, which she seemed to really enjoy. And then we headed to her aunts house (who is really cool) to celebrate her 21st birthday.

Awkwardness ensured when we went to her conservatives grandparents house though. (Who pretty much raised her, and don't know she is actually really really gay, and dating my trans* ass.) 

It didn't help that I was wearing her dinosaur hoodie the whole time. (This thing is comfy and badass and purple all at the same time) 

Or that one of my friends not so subtly mentioned queer prom in the car with her grandfather.

But there weren't any real crises, and her grandparents are still relatively in the dark, so the trip ended positively.

Winning.