So, I got this dollar bill that you can track on wheresgeorge.com. This particular bill traveled 90 miles from valleyforge in PA. Cool! It should send me updates once I spend and send this bill off.
At my old work, right before I left..
I made my way up to CT to see Keirin and Dennis for their WEDDING! I got to see the whole Syracuse gang, Jello and co., Lucia, and their families, again. Kate picked me up from the train station and we made our way to the hotel. I stayed at a nearby hotel with Kate.
In the picture is myself, Kate, Keirin, and Lucia (clockwise). The chocolate center is Q-Diddy.
This was the bridal party (and Umi – I was just crashing all these parties) and impromptu bachelorette party.
It wasn’t only Keirin’s wedding weekend, the day before the wedding was Q-Bear’s Birthday!
Quintin had this transformer’s toy that could turn into a truck and into Optimus Prime. In its truck form, it can be controlled with the gun. (yeah, this is what happens when dorks like us get together)
We hung around in the lobby of the hotel until it was time to get to the rehearsal.
Afterwards… we partied.
Presenting Mr. and Mrs. Ralff.
I am the one in the blue and green (shawl). They dragged us single girls out there to catch the bouquet. : P Riiiight. I think Dennis’s sister or her friend picked it up.
Windmill. : D The SCA group up in Syracuse (Aethelmarc area), Delftwood, their symbol is the windmill. There was this diner with pretty glasswork called “The Windmill.”
Run! Run!
If you remember the big hole in the ceiling of the pantheon… These ducts are the way they deal with rain.
Outside of the Pantheon.
In the vatican.
(what? The title is a lyric from Avenue Q.)
I don’t care about Paris Hilton. I think she shouldn’t be allowed to buy her way out of anything, but this media frenzy is crazy. The media and vindictive nature of this whole damn thing is cruel. Just go to jail quietly for a few days and come back home.
As much as I suspected that SHE is the one that is turning this into a whole ordeal by not laying low (Keeping on the d/l?), I think things are getting too out of hand.
I wish people will stop talking about it.
I could care less whether she goes home now or goes back crying to prison. In fact, we are less likely to hear from her if she goes home. Just stop it.
We were disappointed that we didn’t see the bush man (the guy that hides in bushes and scares people)
Actually, my friend Lige was the one coming in from Kansas. I was going out from NYC. A delayed flight and few hours later, we both found ourselves at her very cute abode in San Francisco. I will be staying here until Monday.
I will be brunching, shopping, and wandering. We plan on getting mani/pedis, dancing, going to an improv show, and maybe a some parties.
I bought two childrens books to read (His Dark Materials ??).
JetBlue has crappy TV that was delightful to watch for an hour or two. Mostly, I saw “so you think you can dance,” Debra Messing’s new “starter wife,” and “house,” where a girl in a lesbian relationship has the bubonic plague. The seats had a lot of leg room, but failed to be comfortable. I don’t know what it is about those seats. A lot of people were sleeping with their heads down on the fold out table. Leaning back hurt my lower back and my tail bone aches.
All right! Off I go to start the day…
So, I asked my mother where she wanted to go and she said “Olive Garden?” She thought it was a nice little restaurant and wasn’t aware it was a chain.
The final deciding factor of brunch was between a small cozy place with no liquor license, to a place I go to often with bloody mary’s.
Ha ha ha. Lush.
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