Stick a straw in it.



The only thing that can fix this mess I'm in is a mint chocolate chip milkshake. Either that or the Tandem bar that's in the freezer. I'm hoping no one else knows that it's there. Just in case, you know. If I need it or something.

Me: Hi.
Leon: Hi.
Me: I want ice cream.
Leon: Ice cream?
Me: Yeah. There's an ice cream bar in the freezer here, should I take it?
Leon: Doesn't it belong to someone?
Me: No.
Leon: Are you sure?
Me: Yes! It's left over from a potluck.
Leon: Go for it.

So I went to the freezer and the ice cream is gone. Even the old, melty-resolidified ice cream in the Dryer's tub is gone.

I'm absolutely crazy; I called my boyfriend to tell him this and now I'm writing it down.

Go Fly a Kite.

On Sunday we went to a kite show in Berkeley with Leon's mom (her idea). Okay, I admit that it was kind of neat at times. Some of the kite flyers were pretty talented with their coreographed flights. Other times the whole thing was just out right laughable. Some highlights:

3. This guy's music "Hero" by Bette Middler, kept skipping over the PA during his routine.

2. This thing:


1. A guy who's kite routine included three Nagel printed kites:

Each kite did a dance to Roy Orbison's "Pretty Woman." Between each segment, he did a dance and a lip synch himself for the audience. We were elated to see a grown man go from "Billie Jean," to "YMCA" in 5 seconds flat.
Unfortunately we did not stay long enough to find out if he placed in the "Hot Tricks" category.

The sunburns, the crowds, the traffic. It was all worth it.

Economical Drunk.



It doesn't take much to get me drunk. Last night I had two and a half beers and woke up this morning with a hangover. I hit the snooze several times and declaired I was too sick to work. In my slumber, I dreamed that I called in sick to work. In the dream I went bike riding around Sacramento with my pyjama pants on, riding in circles around the Banana Splits, totally paranoid the whole time that I would get caught playing hookey. I came home and had tons of messages from work on my answering machine because I forgot to change my voicemail message to say that I was out of the office. When I woke up at 7:20am, I decided that I felt better and should probably go into work. So I came in at 9 instead of 8 today and lucky that...or I wouldn't have found a copy of Crossroads free for the taking on the kitchen table!

De French Mode



I hope it went over well. I couldn't hear a damn thing, so I stopped playing at one point. I hope no one noticed, but I'm sure they did. No one besides everyone else who was on stage told me that they liked us.
Worst show ever.