Day 1

Today was day 1 of 8 of staying with the Dodds boys.  So far so good.  Everyone is alive and accounted for.  Thanks to technology I can stalk them. Right now I am sitting on the couch.  I just happened upon the Notebook.  Right at the best scene. He is rowing her in a pristine row boat.  That just so happens upon a flock of pristine white geese.  Coincidence?  I think not.  Then a perfect romantic rainstorm appears from nowhere.  They happen to fight in the middle of the storm, she gets to kiss Ryan Gosling and then we all no what happens.  Very realistic.  Gets me every time.  I mean, who doesn't get rowed around in a beautiful boat with beautiful geese, an extremely cute man (who builds stuff) and an impromptu rainstorm?  I mean it happens all the time...  Right?  Not so much.  On commercials, I am flipping to some Kenny Chesney concert where he is playing in a nasty tank top.  I can't delve into this one just yet.  I just don't get it.  Any who, lets move on.  Today I helped the Sutherlands move.  It was hot.  And sweaty.  I broke a nail big time.  But it was good.  Great to see them in a really cool house.  So I have been pretty artsy lately.  Lulie's show Thursday night was a good one.  Last night I went to Sarah White's art show on Broad St. and it was really cool.  Then I got to eat at Oak, which is pretty stinking awesome.  But here's the deal.  I am about to get real so stop reading if you need to.  Whenever I eat at real nice restaurants I somehow get kinda sick later in the night.  If you know what I mean...  Well during dinner (which was incredibly delish) I kept praying that all would be well because we were going to Dock Street to see Caroline in South Pacific.  Dinner was so good.  We get to the play.  All is well.  Then at about scene 4 I started to feel not awesome.  But I have strong will power so all was good.  Plus you can't leave until intermission.  Old people everywhere guarding the doors.  I began to get nervous.  Counting the minutes until intermission I was planning my discreet escape.  Intermission finally made its way into my life and I was out of there lickity split.  Sorry if this is bad to talk about.  Luckily I was fine after that, but it got me thinking.  I am not destined to be rich and enjoy fine dining.  It just doesn't treat me well.  I don't know those people do it every night.  Maybe they have conditioned themselves.  I guess I will never know.  Oh well.  So that was random, but it's all I've got.

Now Noah/Ryan Gosling is yelling at her, but he is a really cute yeller.  I mean, I would let him yell at me...  This movie used to make me cry.  Its not working now.  Dag.  Peace out.