Last week I was in Anaheim, California. I got to stay at the Disneyland Resort where they have an awesome gym and a really nice pool and spa. The weather was dreary, but way better than freezing in Virginia. I found a self-proclaimed pie store nearby that served breakfast lunch and dinner. Ahem, can't go wrong there. It was kind of a slow week though cause the show was lame, and working from a hotel is nothing like hanging out with a Jake at home.
I did "get to" go to a build-a-bear store in downtown Disney. Verdict: weird. I also saw many many many many many many many fat people eating products made entirely of sugar and corn syrup. I believe they were also spending a lot of dollars they don't actually possess on things they don't need for children that should never have been born, but I can't guarantee that.
The most exciting part? Meeting Pluto. He was great - he didn't say a word and he made me think dreamy thoughts about Rion Rose. Definitely my highlight.
I also skipped work one day and went surfing on Huntington Beach. Despite the very cold water, there were quite a few surfers out, zero people on the beach, and a pretty nice day to ride the waves. No complaints there.
I got to spend a couple days with my rad friend Bianca too. We drank the worst Manhattan ever at a bar that surprisingly was not stationed miles underground. It just seemed like it. I remember a subway, and a bus, some Korean food, a little patpingsu (best dessert ever) and then getting up at a ridiculous hour to travel more. Oh the life.
But all is well now - I'm home again with my big black boyfriend and I've been musicking every day. The fiddling flows, and lots of engagements for music to be played this holiday season.
Saturday I read in bed for a while and it snowed! Big billowy flakes of ice falling from the sky. It's not just beautiful, it's cold, says the guy hiding under the blanket.
