Aline

Aline is my freshman year college roommate. Matched together by the amazing powers of country music (we speculate), we ended up rooming together during the entire time we were at Bucknell. "Joined at the hip" doesn't even scratch the surface. :) This summer she is being all fancy and European, working in the French wine industry, which is of course, across a major ocean. We don't get to talk as much now as we did when she was still in the U.S. and although we still write and email, it's just not the same. We got to talk this past Friday on the phone though, and it was so nice. She is really a great friend (and a great talker as anyone who knows her can attest), but one of the coolest things about her is how she can give the perfect advice without even knowing she is doing it. She may be talking about one thing but later on I'll realize how appropriate and true it is for another situation, frequently one that has been on my mind a lot.
So, here's to Aline: tri-lingual MBA dork extraordinaire! :)




Oh yeah, and she LOVES ferris wheels, as you can tell from this picture. :)

car flirting

So I'm driving home from work, as I do every day, checking out my fellow drivers, as I do every day, and I came to realize a phenomenon I will henceforth refer to as car flirting. Now, I don't mean making eyes at the hottie beside you at a stop light or any overt forms of flirting. I am talking about the cars actually flirting, with a slight bit of involvement on the part of the driver. So I see a cute guy in my rear-view, his car passes me. My car catches up with him at the next slow spot, and we get off at the same exit. Then we get off at the same exit again. Obviously our cars have a thing going on...can I help it if I am loving the veil of secrecy my sunglasses and rear-view mirrors provide me? :)

Interesting factoid and photo shortage

1. Did you know that the inside of a blueberry is white? Who knew? I mean, who bites into a blueberry to find that out?

2. My camera is on the blink so the photo part of this blog will be slightly diminished until I can figure that out.

surprise visits

I just watched a sappy romantic comedy and so I KNOW this post will be colored by the neat perfection of that all, but is it so wrong to enjoy that once in a while? It is making me think about the possibility of taking a trip somewhere and just showing up on someone's doorstep without calling first. That sounds fun, in a way. Of course, there are many possible disastrous eventualities that might come of it, but like I said, being colored by the perfection of the movies. And that is making me feel all cozy and smiley, which is always a good comforting feeling regardless.

agggghhhh!

I am not crazy!! Men just suck. Not all men, mind you, there are certainly very non-sucky men in this world, but there is something about making that blanket statement that releases the necessary energy.

I carried a watermelon.

(I just got home and had to write this before the details were slept away...more on the rest of the day is forthcoming, including some photos, to be sure.)
So as a great conclusion to one of the best birthdays ever, I decided to throw caution to the wind and go with my co-worker Maria and her friends to a club that has latin music every Saturday night. I was, of course, one of maybe 5 non-latino people in the place, so as the blond-haired, blue-eyed American that I am, I already stood out like a sore thumb. I was driving, so I wasn't able to have the drink that would have loosened me up the requisite amount. Combine those factors with not having ANY knowledge of latin dancing, other than "lots of hips," and you get me, faltering through a merengue, a rhumba, a salsa, and something else that was just lots of twirling. At the end of the night, I proudly proclaimed "I carried a watermelon" and accepted the fact that I don't know how to dance but I can laugh at myself just enough to not let myself spoil my good time. It is my birthday after all. :)

Random movie musings

So instead of going to sleep like a good little girl when I got home from volleyball last night, I made popcorn and watched "My Cousin Vinny." I got on this netflix trial and am getting movies out the wazoo! It was so worth the loss of sleep though. Having not ever seen this one before, I luuurved it! So funny and totally spoke to the mystery/suspence buff in me. I highly recommend it to the three people in the world left who haven't seen it.
But what I am completely amazed about is that Ralph Macchio (who is in My Cousin Vinny as well as the Karate Kid movies) is FORTY FIVE YEARS OLD! I am by no means saying that 45 is old, but my image of Ralph is teenager, you know?