(I’ll tell you)
…Receiving a facebook friend request from your old professor, who is also the head of the creative writing dept. at FSU/the author of the Godfather sequels.
Besides being a kickass writer (guys, read The Godfather Returns; everyone, read That’s True of Everybody), he ran one of my favorite workshops during my time at FSU. I even went to his office hours just to “shoot the shit,” and he was tickled by the way I’d put it, and told me that he’d never had a student come by without an ulterior motive of changing a grade, etc.
He held our final class at The Warehouse, a pool hall/bar housed in, well, an old warehouse. We drank pitchers of beer and discussed stories and it was pretty much the perfect last class of my college career. Seriously, the dude’s a badass.
Not too shabby.
The entire time we were in the Grand Canyon and white water rafting on the Colorado River, all I could think was, “I really want to play Oregon Trail.”
That game was bad ass.
“ Whether you choose love or fame, you’ll be able to handle either or both.
my fortune from a fortune cookie i opened today just because.
“ Thanks for coming! We were waiting for you guys. Here’s what you missed - I appeared in an empty box on a motorcycle. Then, a duck wandered out here, and I made him disappear. That just about brings you up to speed…
David Copperfield, to a couple who arrived late and were sitting in the front row.
Met my parents in Vegas yesterday; stepmom’s here on business, I’m here to hang out with dad until we head to the Grand Canyon on Thursday. Explored the strip yesterday, played a dollar on quarter slots at each casino we went to; won $41.75 on one. Staying at Treasure Island; sadly, nothing remotely piratey about it.
Saw David Copperfield last night. Was in 2nd row. Was victim of repeated creepy eye-contact (and I’m not even a blonde!). David Copperfield - there is nothing magical about using GHB to make a girl “disappear” and “reappear” in your home in the Bahamas. That’s a roofie, not an illusion.
Went to the Hoover Dam today. Dad suggested we get matching tattoos of the Hoover Dam with today’s date below it.
Driving back to the strip, saw a drive-thru wedding chapel. No words to describe the awesomeness.
Mimicking my niece. Babies - they’re so silly!
