VV and I are on our first multiday trip since Japan. Piggy got to come too.

We drove up and kicked off our trip with a dinner at Ad Hoc on fried chicken Monday WOOHOO. SO GOOD. I ate just a little throughout the day so I'd be sufficiently hungry for dinner (4 courses of Thomas Keller deliciousness!). I ended up being pretty stuffed but not uncomfortably so. We walked down the street for about a block and a half after dinner just to see what was around. We happened upon a mysterious stone mushroom garden, took photos, and headed back to the car.

"*sigh* I'm back. I felt pretty crappy like...all weekend I suppose. Took a looong walk around Mesa Court with the roomie and just talked with her. The night air and the talk did me good. We were walking for like what, two hours? Dang. I feel a lot better though."

10/9/2011

I was still incredibly irritated with my ex-boyfriend (see this for reference) and was feeling rather down about the whole situation. April, being as lovely as she is, took a walk around the Mesa Court housing complex with me and helped me talk it out of my system. Before leaving I changed my AIM away message (this was 2001, away messages were crucial) to let everyone know I was out taking a walk. When we got back, we had a phone message. It was from a guy in my lower division anthropology class that I had exchanged information with a week or so prior. I was nervous about college in general and was making an effort to do everything right. Part of this involved fighting my introversion and being friendly to people in my classes and trading email addresses and phone numbers just in case! This particular boy (let's call him S-squared) was sitting across the aisle from me in my anthro discussion class and seemed nice enough.

The phone message was S-squared calling to see if I was all right. "I saw your away message. I usually take walks when I'm upset" the message said "so I wanted to call to see if you were okay." April was there when I played the message (which was left on the landline in our dorm) and was a bit puzzled. "Who is that?" she asked. "Some guy in one of my classes that I exchanged information with" I said, a bit baffled by the message. I tried not to read too much into it, though. Perhaps he was just a nice guy.

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Just trying to make up for my absence (just in case anyone missed me I suppose) these past couple of weeks. Especially since VV and I are taking our first real vacation since Japan back in 2009. Fo serious. I haven't taken more than one day of vacation at a time in over two years and methinks it's about time yo.

Anyway, these photos are from a birthday that involved a restaurant that did not serve anything fried, some pretty highfalutin photobooths (both price and quality-wise), and horas y horas of noraebang. Woooo!

GUESS WHICH ONE IS MINE

so much cupcakery

birthday girl

sti(n)cki pi(n)cki

hogging the microphone. as usual.