Sunday, August 30, 2009

The Day the Universe Called Me Fat

Shut up. It's not funny. Trust me, had you been in my place, you would of cried. So now you want to know how exactly the universe called me fat? Well forget it. You laughed and no longer deserve to hear my story.
Who the hell am I kidding?! Me, not tell a story? Hell hasn't frozen over yet.

Ok, it was a dark and stormy night...no, actually, it was just decent night, maybe a little chilly. But decent nights don't make for dramatic stories, do they? At any rate, Cait and I headed off into town for some Cold Stone Ice Cream, like ya do. We both had gift certificates (because Jan ROCKS!) and were pumped! We made it to Cold Stone and while waiting in line I noticed the sign: "Due to computer problems we cannot accept credit or debit cards." and hand written beneath that said "that includes gift cards." WHAT?! NO! Unable to believe what we were reading, we actually stood there until we could ask the ice cream scooper guy. Just in case they changed their minds once they saw us pretty ladies. They didn't.

Being the calm and collected person I am, I'm pretty sure I took a deep breath and just left the store. No, I lied again. I lost my temper (can you blame me?! I'm half Irish and half Greek...it's what I do) and if I recall correctly, probably shouted obscenities before stomping out.

What we were going to do? I hadn't brought any other form of money into town because I had a gift card god damnit! Were we just going to waste away, deprived of any ice cream?

No. Cait had a plan. It was on to the next ice cream parlor, Beals. Cait had her debit card and would not be denied ice cream. So we head out once more on the road (rather, down the block) and got to Beals. I ordered my ice cream first. The lady handed it to me and I was taking a bite as they told Cait the total for the two ice creams. When Cait handed them her card, the cashier looked at us indignantly and said they don't take cards.....May I remind you that I had already taken a bite? They actually asked for the ice cream back!

So I licked it.

Thwarted again! We didn't know what else to do. Cait, being the problem solver, decided the next best thing was a whoopie pie from the store up the street. Outside of the general store was a sandwich board that said "Yes, we're open" and "Open" flashing fluorescently in the window. So, you can imagine our surprise when the door was locked. I'm pretty sure I screamed, but I'm not positive because I blackout from anger.

Once I regained consciousness, I did walk around and bang on the windows. After ten minutes of that, we started to walk off, and lo and behold someone was opening the front door. Almost crying with happiness, we walk in and picked two whoppie pies. Our total came to $4.35 or something ridiculous like that and of course there was a $5.00 minimum to use a card. Cait grabbed the closest thing to the cash register and we finally got our sweets.

The moral of the story? The universe was trying to tell us that we've had enough sweets, and I say: Fuck you, Universe! I don't care if you don't think I should have any ice cream or whoopie pies. I will get fat and you will LIKE IT!
Most people would have given up, cut their losses. Not me. I win. I always win. The universe should have known this by now.


P.S. Yes, I realize I haven't written in a while, but I've been on vacation! Cut me some slack. I didn't have time to write while I was busy doing nothing. I'm sure you understand. :)

Sunday, August 23, 2009

I must be getting old, because time seems to be flying by

Mirage is over. The performance that has been in planning for most of the summer, is all over. Our two pieces went far better than I could have expected. I love dancing with these women! If you weren't able to make it to the show, here are our videos. (P.S. both dances are completely improved. Yes, we're that awesome.)

Sword Improv danced to Exiled by Solace

Improv danced to Blessings by Solace

In other news, I'm on vacation, bitches! Woot! However, this vacation is starting to scare me, because all vacations go fast and are never long enough, and once this one is over, I'll only two and a half more weeks before I leave. Oh my god. I haven't thought any more about packing beyond "how the hell am I going to get all this stuff to London", I still don't have a place to live in London though I did book a hostel today for the first week, and I'm not sure I'm mature enough to handle all this! I need an adult! Sure, when the prospect of moving to London was months away, it was exciting, but now it's only weeks away and I'm starting to panic. Eeek!

Where did this summer go?

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Am I seeing things or do I really have a show tonight?

Chicos and Chicas! Tonight is the big show. The show of the year, century even!


Naya's Trance will be hosting Mirage 2009 which will include two pieces by my favorite ladies in tassels, Jaiyana & Friends: Jaiyana, Sidrah, Cait and me.

Trust me, this is not a show you want to miss! Details:

Date:
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Time:
7:00pm - 9:30pm
Location:
St Lawrence Center for the Arts
Street:
76 Congress St
City/Town:
Portland, ME

Come join us for what will not only be an amazing show, but be my second to last performance before I leave!! (The last performance is on Sunday at the Portland Bellydance Teacher's Showcase. Click here for more information on that show which should also prove amazing!)

Friday, August 21, 2009

I need a Mailman! STAT!!

I am a terrible person. Actually, I lied. I'm quite awesome...if you haven't picked that up by now. But I do feel just a little bad that the mailman who drops off our office mail has become a running joke here between a few of us.

It all started with our original mailman, Floyd. Floyd is an older fellow and extremely... well... verbally limited. My desk is right next to the door and Floyd would open the door just far enough to stick his head and arm through, throw the mail at me, and grab whatever needed to go out. I would always say "Good morning" in the sweetest voice I could muster, just to see if he'd ever actually respond. He didn't. In fact, the most I ever got out of him was a "Uggghhh." No joke.

Then this summer, we got a new mailman. A younger fellow who turns out to be delightfully more talkative. For a few weeks now we've chatted every time he came to pick up and drop off our mail and I've actually grown to enjoy his company. Then, a few days ago, I was busy and unable to hold a actual conversation when he showed up, so I just said "Thank you very much!" and he replied with "Anytime!" For some reason that caused me and another coworker to double over with laughter. It's nice to know that if I was ever in need of an emergency mailman, I have a go-to guy.
One day, I hope to call up Mail Services and just shout "I need a Mailman! Stat!!"

Over the course of our conversations I have learned that he is a baseball fan and enjoys Seadogs games. Being a baseball fan myself, part of me really wants to ask him if he'd want to go to a game sometime, but I just can't bring myself to do it. I mean, the mailman would loose all his mystery if I learned his name! And I couldn't go to a game and not know his name. I could always stop him right before he introduces himself and place a finger on his lips saying "Shhhh. Don't say anything. You're the mailman. Let's not spoil that." I could also bring some envelopes and just ask him to hold them for me, every once in awhile handing one to me and saying something sexy like "here's your mail."

Oh god. I would kill this kid's spirit. And this is why I'm a terrible person.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Life is full of coincidences (a.k.a. I win at life)

I have only ever traveled to one country outside of the US. Yes, I've been to Canada, but that doesn't count. Last November I traveled to Kenya for three weeks and loved every minute of it. Only about a month after I returned, my dad, who works for an advertising agency, started work with a new client. His new client is Ledama Olekina, who is currently running for president of Kenya. How random is that? Apparently Ledama thought his best shot at the Kenyan presidency was by working with an advertising agency in the States.

At any rate, just a few days ago, I was cruising Facebook (like you d0) and I saw my dad was online. So I send him an IM saying hello and eventually he responds "meeting with Ledama, can't talk." About an hour or so later, my dad sends me a message saying
Greg: I hear you wish to relocate to Kenya
Alex: ?
Greg: I have a nice piece of land in Lamu [which was my FAVORITE location we saw in Kenya] you could stay there if you want
Greg: don't go to London, move to Kenya- Ledama
(This was pretty much the exact conversation, but of course Facebook doesn't allow you to retrieve chat history...stupid Facebook chat) So....um....AWESOME. Just in case that didn't sink in, I had Ledama Olekina, who could very well be the next president of Kenya (again, president of Kenya) offer me a place to stay on a beautiful island town in Kenya. I win at life.

So...that's cool.

I also had the fortune to have lunch with a fellow ethnomusicologist, Max Brandt, just the other day. I was given his contact information by a woman in my office who thought I'd like to talk to him because he lives in Maine, is an ethnomusicologist and has done work with retired professor from SOAS. Again, how random is that? I was able to meet him for lunch and he really is a fantastic person. I mean, really, it's a treat to talk to anyone who doesn't look at you funny when you say the word "ethnomusicology," but on top of that he had some great stories about his time in Nigeria and work in ethnomusicology.

Finally, it seems like the opportunities that I have worked so hard to find, are slowly working their way into my life by a matter of mere coincidence.
The moral of this story? Stop trying so hard...or...I'm awesome. Probably both.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

I have changed the course of history. You may thank me later.

No, it's cool. No need to bow to me, I don't want to make a scene. Once you start bowing the media shows up followed by the paparazzi, and then it just gets ugly.

Wouldn't you actually like to hear how I changed the course of history? Too bad. You're going to hear it anyway.

As you may or may not have known, I am currently in the process of applying for my UK Student Visa so that I may pursue my dreams of one day being the biggest nerd on the planet! My first attempt was denied because I'm not rich. A 24 year old, student from the US and she's poor. Yeah, that sounds about right. At any rate, of the $12,000 I need to show in order to obtain the visa, roughly $5000 was in the form of a letter from my parents stating that they would sponsor me (because in all actuality, I am not going to need that extra $5000 for living expenses).

Turns out, that $12,000 has to be in a bank account in the student's name. (Right, how's that working out for you, UK?) So, I got denied.

Last Monday, after scraping together all the money and loans I could to add up to $12,000, I sent in my second application. I'm still waiting to hear.

Now, you may still be wondering how I have changed the course of history. Shut up, yes you are. And I say, be patient! I'm getting there!

After getting denied the first time, and reading the "UK Tier 4 Student Visa" Guideline in at least 6 different places on their website, I stumbled across a "Complaints and Suggestions" form. Well, needless to say, I wrote a very nasty complaint. Something along the lines of:
"Your visa process sucks"

Yesterday, I find out that the UK has changed their visa process and allows your parents to help you come up with that $12,000. Therefore, actually making it plausible for students to go study in the UK. Imagine that.

And, that my friends, is how I've changed the course of history. My complaint led to the changing of the UK visa policy. Now, I'm sure that some brilliant student who would never have been allowed a UK visa before I changed things, will be allowed entrance and study international law in the UK, bringing peace and prosperity to the world.

And she couldn't have done it without me.

You're welcome.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

I love this town

Another busy weekend gone by too fast. Friday was my night on the town. Unfortunately, I apparently made a fool of myself more than once. First, I was bet to say something to the gaggle of good looking cops standing outside the bars. I won't go into detail, but whatever it was I said won me a free beer. Later, while stumbling in my high heels to the farthest bar in town at the request of one of our group, a bicycle taxi passed us. Someone yelled to him, "Give us a ride for free!" and he continued passed us. Then I shouted, not really intending to be heard, "I'll give you a blow job for a ride." I laughed until I noticed the bicycle turning around. The guy apparently heard me and wanted to take me up on his offer. *Smacks forehead* Why can't I just keep my mouth shut? In case it takes some clearing up, I continued to stumble around town in my high heels.

Saturday was the Portland Museum of African Culture's Kwenu Street Festival. Cait and I danced while Phil graciously drummed and we had a blast! It drew quite the crowd and everyone loved it. I hopefully will have pictures coming soon (maybe even some video).

Right after dancing, I had to book it to a filming for a 48 hour film festival. I got asked to play a small part and was really excited...until I was asked to actually act in front of the camera. I was huge into drama all throughout middle school and high school and almost decided to major in theater rather than music. So, the thought of even doing the tiniest bit of acting was exciting! And then I sucked it hard core. I had two lines and I couldn't even say them. *Sigh* Anyway, the overall film looks like it will be great and I'll post it once it's up on YouTube as I'm sure it will be. Let's just hope I didn't ruin it for them!

I was done with the filming early enough that I head down town for the rest of the evening. First, I watched some friends perform A Midsummer Night's Dream in the park, and then I met up with Cait. We went into town and...shockingly...did not buy ice cream! We walked around and sat by the docks, my favorite thing to do. Then, we thought we'd celebrate a beautiful (I mean, BEAUTIFUL) summer evening by getting some fried shrimp at the Portland Lobster Co. on the water.

To our delight, it turns out the buzzers they give you while you wait for your food are in the shape of a lobster! Amazing.




The rest of the night was spent listening to some blue grass music on the water, enjoying fried shrimp and avoiding Cait's spilled cocktail sauce.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Thoughts on the Ending of An Age

With technology advancing exponentially every day, it's hard to imagine we're at the end of an age and yet it appears that things are changing and, possibly, drastically. I began thinking about this after reading the book The Music of the Spheres, which details the history of music, science and their relation to each other throughout the ages. Something at the end of the book sparked some kind of revelation for me; that we are most certainly at the end of an age. "There are no towering figures in the sphere of concert-hall music because that is no longer the music that focusses the deepest imaginative energies of the culture." I've been hearing for years about the lack in concert-hall audiences and the struggle of orchestras to stay alive. Music's construction, delivery, and focus are all changing. Whether that is a good thing or not may be a matter of personal discretion, however one cannot argue that the change is taking place.

Throughout history, the significant changes in musical style coincide with significant changes in politics, economy, and art. Romanticism signaled the abandonment of scientific reasoning and the embrace of emotional experience. The movement encompassed the arts-- music, art and literature-- while at the same time the Industrial Revolution emboldened the middle class businessmen and industrialists. The economy changed, technology changed, politics changed, the arts changed. History turned a corner and headed down a new path.

History now has it's blinker on, preparing for the next turn. Think about it, you are witnessing history in the making! We stand on the brink of a cultural shift. Music is changing form and moving beyond just being accessible to the general public, but is now attainable by the general public (American Idol anyone?). Literature is following the same trend. Blogs and projects like WeBook are making anyone into a writer.
Even the mode of delivery for the arts is changing. Music can be downloaded, making record companies more and more obsolete. I even heard a piece on NPR about the creation of a super-library that will make the downloading of books the norm.

I would be lying if I said I was embracing the changes I see. Just think about the disgust cultures have expressed toward the beginnings of change throughout history. Melodramatic Romanticism was not well received at first by audiences used to the conservative and rational music of the Classical period and yet by the time Romaticism was in full swing, audiences couldn't get enough pure emotionalism.
Regardless of whether you embrace or despise the changes, it is exciting to know that you are witnessing a historical shift that will appear in future timelines on the inside covers of history books. Let's just hope that what awaits us around the corner is rolling fields of peace and prosperity.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

The longer you stare....


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Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Did you know there is a Wikipedia entry on "running"....really?

Get this, I forced my sorry self out of bed at 5:45 am and went...wait for it...running! Yeah, I know, unbelievable. Well, it's not that unbelievable when I tell you that I only ran a total of maybe 6 blocks. Actually, now that I think of it, I probably shouldn't have admitted that last bit.

The motivation behind running in the morning was not only to get into better shape, but to get some more energy flowing. Everyone swears running gives them a boost of energy and they feel great after a run.

Well...Bullshit. I feel like crap. I'm tired because I got up at the ass crack of dawn. I'm sore because my body does not care for this "workout" thing. (I can at least convince my body that dance is not a "workout," though that doesn't always work either.) So, in the end I say fuck it. I will accept my fate as a fatty (mostly thanks to the ice cream). But being fat can't be all that bad, right? I mean, take the poster fat-kid, Buddha. He always looks as happy as a pig in mud.

Another interesting tid-bit to report: I am sending in all my visa documents today. Eeeek! I finally got the last of the papers from the loan company and from SOAS. Of course, all these documents are supposed to be on official letterhead and even after an hour and a half argument on the phone with my loan company, the best I could get out of them was a Word document. They couldn't even be bothered to print it out in color. ::sigh::

So here goes nothing!

Monday, August 10, 2009

This is the post that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friends. Some people started reading it.....

I've noticed that my entries tend to be rather short, and I think that "whoa, maybe I suck because I can't find a billion things to write about!" And then I stop and realize that nobody reads this thing anyway, so what do I care. No, do not turn this around to be all about you and give me the I-read-this-p.o.s.-blog-so-what-am-I-chopped-liver crap. It's your own fault for reading this blog. Now, where was I? Oh yes. Ok, so I'm all feeling bad about myself because I have nothing to write about, and I head on over to some of the blogs I follow, you know, to steal some ideas. To my surprise there are like 10 new entries! That's alot of blog reading...especially since I'm at work. So, I start cruising through some of the blogs and low and behold if the blog is much longer than a couple paragraphs, I stop reading and just scroll down for any pictures. It's like I've reverted to the 7 year-old habit of skimming through books just for the pictures.

So then I start thinking to myself, "jeez, I guess it's a good thing my blog entries are short or else I'd lose the zero readers I have!" With that mind set, I sit down and start thinking about what I could write for today and then have trouble coming up with an entry that would be short! First, I figure I would just recount my Sunday, but then that involves telling you about walking around the Old Port, feeding my people watching habit, the Belgian stock broker who hit me with his car filled with his vacationing family who then tried to keep me quiet with some ice cream (which, it goes without saying, worked), the seagull that tried to then steal said quiet-ice cream or rather didn't try but succeeded, the miserable ice-creamless limping walk back to my car only to find that I forgot I had actually parked my car on the other side of town, and-- well, you get the point.

Next, I thought maybe I'd talk alittle bit more about my visa mayhem. However, I again found myself having to explain things and ramble on and on about the British consulate being asses and the Sallie Mae loan company being even larger asses and then no body would actually read my blog because I spent far too much time rambling. I know what you're saying "but Alex, you're rambling about rambling!" and I have come to peace with the fact that this blog is going to be much longer than a post I would actually read myself. In fact, I doubt anyone just read that last bit in order to have such a thought. Now that I think about it, I've reached the point that I could probably say anything and nobody would read it. I bet there's a science to it too. I mean, I can probably say anything right now because I'm in the middle of a long paragraph in the middle of a long blog. I'll most likely need to pull myself together towards the end, as I assume most of you will do as I do, and once you realize there are no pictures in this post you will read the last paragraph and call it good. And if you don't understand what the last paragraph was actually talking about, all the better--just leave a equally nonsensical comment trying to sound funny and move on to the next epic post. Epic. That's a good word. This blog post is turning alittle bit epic, dontcha think? Dictionary.com defines epic as " noting or pertaining to a long poetic composition, usually centered upon a hero, in which a series of great achievements or events is narrated in elevated style." I think this fits, don't you. I mean, I am a hero who has a series of great achievements (read: failures) and I if I do say so myself, my prose is "elevated," some may even say divine. (Just in case I lose my religious readers, who would be the kind to read the entirety of a painfully long blog post just as punishment to themselves for some other wicked deed they did, I am not saying I am God...because, dude. God's a guy! Goddess (read: Goddess of Death) is a more appropriate title.) Have you ever actually thought about being a Goddess of Death? Seriously, that would be the SHIT! "You don't like my attitude? Eat lighting bolt!" "You don't want to give me a student visa? How about I add your head to my awesome necklace-o-skulls?!" I would totally be the coolest Goddess of Death, EVAH! Ok...where was I? Oh yeah! Ice Cream.

Have I expressed yet, how much I love ice cream? Yeah, you're probably right, but really, you can't understand my life without understanding that I would kill for ice cream (read: anything). I'm apparently having a blast with that whole saying-one-thing-and-meaning-another thing today as well as that let's-use-some-hyphens-to-make-everything-sound-way-more-official thing. God, I'm so unoriginal.

Actually, now that I look at it, this post is not NEARLY as long as I originally thought. So, I not only suck at interestingly long posts, but also ironically long posts about long posts. You'd figure I could probably get another good paragraph or two out of this, but you know what? I think I'm going to go get some ice cream.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

This weekend

This weekend felt crazy busy! I was sure I'd have lots to write about here, but once I sat down to start, I realized maybe my weekend wasn't as interesting as I originally thought!

Friday, I went to Dark Follies in Monument Square and saw some awesome dancing by some friends. They even let me bang on a Tibetan singing bowl. :)

Saturday, I danced with the Saraswati Student Troupe for Southern Maine Pagan Pride. It was a beautiful day and perfect for outdoor dancing. All photos are courtesy of Nathan Hall.










Apparently my creative juices are just not running today. In lieu of a interesting blog post, how about you tell me about your weekend. What did you do? (Lie if you must, but lets get some interesting stories in this blog today!)

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

I Got Funny!

I'm not sure when it happened, but I got funny.
For those of you who don't know me (as if I'm actually popular enough for people who don't know me to be reading my blog), then you may be wondering to yourself, "but I read your stuff and you're not even close to being funny." To you I say, touche.

But seriously, outside of the blogosphere, I'm funny! Just ask anyone I know. Actually, ask anyone I've already threatened with the promise of my fist in their face for denial of my funniness. Truthfully, now that I think about it, they may still risk my fist due to my utter lack of humor.

I don't blame them. I've never been funny. My whole family is funny. My dad is hysterical, my mom is witty, and both my younger brothers are sarcastic. Then there was me, not a funny bone in my body. Now, that's not entirely true. I knew what funny was. I'd laugh at jokes, I just couldn't make people laugh myself. No, that's not true either. I made plenty of people laugh, but that was always when I wasn't laughing.

Then something happened. This week, I got funny. I made lots of people laugh this week and not in the you-just-embarrassed-the-crap-outta-yourself-and-that-makes-me-giggle type of way, but a shit-that's-funny way! I even made someone spit out ice cream!! WIN!

I'm funny and you may now enjoy my entertainment. You're welcome.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

The Day I was Famous

Last night I was reminded of the day I was famous and thought, being the humble person I am, that I would share the memory with you.

About two years ago (god, has it really been that long?), the quintet I played in, the Mimosa Woodwind Quintet, traveled to the great white north to perform. A friend was the music teacher in Ashland, ME and had invited us to play at a school assembly and then to stay for an evening performance.

The five of us piled into my car and we drove the five hours north from Portland to Ashland (which should really just save itself the heartache and call itself Canada). In fact, we apparently took a wrong turn somewhere, or rather missed a turn, and ended up at the Canadian Customs. We were also warned by three or so separate people to be careful of the moose when driving. They had me believing the moose seem to take some sick pleasure in consistently jumping out in front of cars, just to see how many they can wreck. So, not only was the drive long, but it was longer because I drove pathetically slow, just in case a moose came out of nowhere.

For those of you who don't live in Maine, you really don't understand that once you're much further than an hour north of Portland, there is noooootttthhhing. Seriously. Look it up on the map. Roads thin out and the towns don't really have names. It's like going back in time. We even saw a horse and buggy on the way there! (No joke.)

When we finally arrived in Ashland, the only store in town, the grocery/convenient store/movie store/gas station, had a sign up with our names on it! This town had nothing better going on than a woodwind quintet from Portland coming to do a school assembly! I'm surprised we didn't have a welcome committee, complete with balloons and brass band. Actually, I lied, there aren't enough people in Ashland to play in a brass band.


As you can see from the picture, the whole town came out to see us! Alright, alright. I'll back off. Really, it did feel good to be loved and we had a great time. Our friend invited us to stay at his place and we played in his backyard, saw a moose, and discovered some scary abandonned cabin.

All in all, a fantastic day to be famous.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Damn you Honesty!

Have you ever been afraid that you were too honest? When your friend asks you if she looks fat in that outfit, do you say "yes"? If this is the case and you happen to be a terrorist, don't even try to apply for a UK Student Visa. The following are actual Yes/No questions I had to answer while completing my visa application:

1. In times of either peace or war have you‚ ever been involved in‚ or suspected of involvement in‚ war crimes‚ crimes against humanity or genocide?

2. Have you ever been involved in‚ supported‚ or encouraged terrorist activities in any country? Have you‚ ever been a member of‚ or given support to an organisation that has been concerned in terrorism?

3. Have you ever‚ by any means or medium‚ expressed views that justify or glorify terrorist violence or that may encourage others to terrorist acts or other serious criminal acts

4. Have you engaged in any other activities that might indicate that you may not be considered a person of good character?


I may be an evil motherfucker, but I can't tell a lie!


Sunday, August 2, 2009

So Close and Yet Safari

My blog, So Close and Yet Safari, is finally done! 8 months later and I've finally finished converting my small notebook I kept with me into a blog.

So Close and Yet Safari recounts my three week trip to Kenya that I made with my friend, Matt, last November. This trip was my first (of hopefully many) trips out of the U.S. I had high hopes and was not disappointed.
Feel free to visit the blog and read about my trip but please stay posted because I will be working on the journal more and trying to put together a more enjoyable read of the trip. Why? Because I have no life.
Actually love travel narratives and really hope to turn this in to something more exciting and readable.

I look fabulous....ly retarded

It is 10:44am and I only just pulled my sorry self out of bed. Amazing. Before you judge, know that I had a busy day yesterday! First, I had a hair appointment. Being a sucker, I let my stylist talk me into a treatment that is supposed to make your hair shiner and less frizzy. I was skeptical, but I thought I'd give it a go (I mean, I could use all the help I could get!). Tell you what, I look damn good! Oooh! I just remembered My fancy computer has a camera.

Wow! Still looks good in the morning. Yeah. I haven't even brushed it, so you can imagine that it really does look better than this.

If only my stylist could do something about my face...

Immediately after I walked out of the salon with fabulous hair, I pulled it up in a ponytail and set off north with Cait for a Rose Harden tribal fusion workshop. The workshop was in Ellsworth. Turns out Ellsworth is 2.5 hours north. Cait and I, the cool kids, ended up getting to the workshop late thanks to our miscalculation and my insatiable need for snacks. The workshop was great and I am praying that I remember some of it beyond today.

We didn't get home from the workshop until 10pm and being the masochist that I am, I turned around and went out on the town. Yup, straight from a dance workshop. My hair still looked good!

So, now I have an entire day with nothing planned. The weather is not shaping up to be good for any outside shenanigans, so I may end up spending my day cleaning and writing the last entry in So Close and Yet Safari. How exciting!