Feb. 25th, 2010
My birthday passed somewhat uneventfully at the beginning of the week, with the exception of getting harassed by some crackheads in the Wal-Mart parking lot. So I'm 23 now. I had Grant, Nick, Orlando Rob and his girlfriend over on Saturday for a James Cameron movie night, which basically consisted of Titanic. It's long enough to satisfy.
As my trip to LA to visit sangre_fria gets closer I keep having more travel-related dreams. First I dreamed that Grant and I were going to take off in an airplane that was basically a flying car with a trailer, and so I refused and said they needed to bring us a real plane. (And then Grant vanished and I found baby birds and kittens in a corner of the airport, so that was a drastic change in tone.) And two nights ago I dreamed I was packing to take a flight to Paris. So now I want to go to Paris. Failing that, watch French Kiss and eat macarons.
This weekend I'm going home to go to the Grant Seafood Festival (my roommate will, of course, remain at home with the shotgun and the pit bulls). So I'll hopefully get off my ass and charge my camera before then. Maybe the big cat people will be there again. And maybe I'll snap a few photos of the food before I shove my face in the little paper trays.