Well, blogger, it has been another fun and interesting week. I can't even remember everything that happened. The best story from it was getting totally sloshed wednesday night after western dance class, with Drew, Kat, and 3 of kat's friends. (Cassie, you left too early...I guess for the best, since you had work thursday [laughs]) It was a fun evening, but for the amount of alcohol consumed and repurcussions that followed from it (we drank to "trouble" one too many times, I think. Thanks, Drew!), and the fact that I've had equivalent fun without alcohol (or minimal alcohol) on several similar occasions, brings me to the point that I don't intend to repeat such an evening. Plus, being unable to get rid of the vomit smell inside one's own nose, despite showering, is not pleasant. Nor is still having a headache the next evening. The high point of the week, however, was not said fun time, but was Grace's visit on thursday. Yay! It was brief, since she was only here for a few hours on layover on her way moving to sunny San Diego. We went on a date to Fuddruckers, a burger place where more than half the toppings are on a buffet. We danced a little, because there was swing music, but we more sat and talked and shared food and split an oreo shake (so good). It was wonderful. I know, I know, love sucks and hurts, etc., but we put up with it for the wonderful times, like those 3 hours, right? [laughs] [sighs happily] Anyway, it has not been entirely downhill since her visit. I did need desperately to go home and take a nap after her visit, about 2 hours, at which point I woke up and went to tango. Lisa from swing dancing was there, along with a couple friends, as well as Eric (the guy I keep meaning to take private lessons from and don't) along with his girlfriend down from Canada (three weeks of vacation...they know how to vacation in Canada, he says). It was as much fun as it has been the last couple weeks, in terms of dancing, but I was saved by Lisa, who took me to a vietnamese restaurant nearby, since she was starving and we were making good conversation. we split vietnamese eggrolls for an appetizer; they are like regular eggrolls but you wrap them in lettuce and cilantro and dip them in some sweet sauce, really really good. Then we split some steak and grilled veggie platter with tomato fried rice, which had big chunks of garlic ("Good for after dancing, not before," says Lisa). That was also delicious; it's not on the menu, but she goes there all the time, and tomato fried rice is a vietnamese regular dish, so they know how to make it. I love a good conversation; she talks almost as much as I do. But much much more direct. For example, her advice to me is not to get a job, as everyone else's is, but to move to California and not waste a year being far away. [laughs] Another example: there was a girl that came in as we were finishing up, and she was standing at the front counter, and she looked like Marilyn Manson. She had pale skin, black hair, a high forehead, her hair cut shorter in the back fading to long in the front, all brushed over to one side, full lips and a well-defined nose, a long face with soft but defined cheekbones. She looked like how I always picture Marilyn Manson, based on a photo from a few years back. I commented on this to Lisa. Lisa did not turn around and surreptitiously look at said girl. Oh no, she stood up with the check, walked over to the counter to pay, and, as a conversation starter, said to the girl, "So, my friend thinks you look like Marilyn Manson, but I think you look cute." No, I was not assaulted; the girl was nice, just goth. I'm sorry I offended her, because I didn't mean to say that she looked horrifying or satanic or anything. She was kinda cute, actually. But she had a striking resemblence to Marilyn Manson. [sighs and laughs] Anyway, I decided to stay home tonight, because I got off work late and got home just in time to leave for tango lessons, and was exhausted and not in the mood and Amy isn't a big fan of lessons anyway, not tango anyway, I think she'd be a bigger fan of swing lessons, which might be a possibility, though not this week probably. And being home, I decided to stay home, do some homework for Lifeteen (like turn the narration notes into an actual skit outline that I can use on sunday) and call people. It has been far too long since I've called anyone besides Drew to talk rather than make plans. So yes, I am at my house, and I'm relaxed, and it's nice. And I think I'll go watch TV with my parents. So, au revoir, blogger. Until again.