I would like to burst out in opera this very instant. Does anybody know how to insert a soundbyte onto entries? If so, I am dire need of knowing how. Why so inclined to open in song? Well, frankly, I have had a mahvelous evening. Nothing could have neutralized the last couple nights of catastrophe (oh the casey fiasco) and boredom like going out with a good friend for chicken and coffee could do. Somehow I love that no matter the distance, time, or other obstacles, Whitney and I can pick up where we left off without awkwardness. It's a phenomenon yet to be studied. Tonight we went to Birds on a Wire for scrumptious dinner- 1/4 white chicken, green beans, and a swwweeeet potatoh yes. Midcourse, a frilly frat girl sat down behind us... wearing a Lacoste polo. Probably bought it off eBay. I might buy one off eBay...knock offs support somebody, somewhere. Besides, who could tell anyway? My standards for high taste have seriously declined ever since I hit the racks at Granny's Goodies in Charleston. Nothing insanely expensive attracts my eye anymore unless it's a plane ticket to Europe. The waiter took our plates near the end of the meal and brought out the checks, all normal waiter behavior. I was at ease, casually pulling a ten from my wallet and calculating a 15% tip in my head when he nudged Suus. He saw she didn't understand what he was saying even though her writing skills exceed the average college student, so he arrogantly said "Uh, m'am, I don't mean to be rude (but you were) but I don't accept pennies." Suus had emptied her wallet of her change to make up a 1. 50 tip, a mountain of coins in plain view beside the S&P shakers and ketchup and this man had not the enduring vision to scrape the pennies into his pocket, deposit them a la Coinstar, and dance around like the money happy man in the commercials. No wonder he is bussing tables. I am on a quest: to name every object I own. Half inspired by Emily and the other half by a plant named Oomaloo hanging in Cool Beans. He feels pretty, oh so pretty and... photosyntehetic. Well, hey it's not easy being green. Hmm.. (daydream) Europe... reuniting with Aike's grandmother resembling fawn eyes, the tarantula-owning, cocoa plant-growing Lukas, and the equestrian guru Elise. Posted the cards they sent me over the past 2 years all over my bedroom door.. covers the entire surface! I am thankful for... the abysmal power of scotch tape! among other things. Over pumpkin spice coffee, Whitney quizzed me on everybody she left behind when she went to Governors School. "How is what's his name... the one that Dr. K almost suspended?" And then I'd say " I have lost touch with so many people that I can't say, in all honesty." And then, she frowns and gives me a strange look as if to say "No joke" then apologizes saying it's all part of being a govie. And she's right, this summer in Charleston I felt like the brushstroke sketch woman doing position #8 The Tree from my deck of yoga poses but what happened? I was fatter but still tranquil, and very aware... Has public high school ripped away at this? Last night, Susanne and I rented Mean Girls partially out of curiosity, partially out of sheer girliness. Dr. Ashley at Governors School worships the genius of the movie, which I had assumed would be "just another teen movie". Boy was I incorrect. I can be a movie snob. I have weird obsessions with any film by Focus Features- Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Garden State, Igby Goes Down. I watch the movie with somebody and buy the soundtrack off iTunes impulsively. The producing company truly is one of the most avant-garde around today. I'm waiting for a remake of the Pink Panther. My dad could convincingly play the blundering Professor Clouseau- handlebar mustache, unruly eyebrows, bucket hat and all. His '68 Eastern Kentucky University Frat boy picture... oh my, sideburns that stretch as far as the neck level. Let me never suffer the blunders of trends... prithee not followeth ponchos nor bouclé. Craving...custard like a madwoman, which in French is "le flan comme la folle". Et vous?