I had a lovely, lovely Spring Break. I can safely call it one of the best trips I've ever taken, if not at least my favorite. Lovelovelove. Beware, dial-up members; out of kindness, I've put everything behind spoilers, andleft a picture or two out of the journal entry - check my albums if you want the full experience, or feel left out.
The amazingly wonderful Geraldine and her husband, Steven, are officially the nicest people on the planet. Once again, they spent way more time with me than they should have had to, and took awesome care of me - especially through my first ever drunken club experience, and alcohol-related illness the very night I arrived in LA. I know, I'm far behind my age group, but I couldn't possibly have been with better folks for it. Thank you, Steven!
Geraldine and I spent a few days shopping and doing touristy things, like so:
She forced me to spend ridiculous amounts of money, how cruel. We walked a lot, all over. We visited a lovely Hollywood cemetery a couple times during the week, to visit with such folks as Virginia Rappe, Charlie Chaplin's mother and son, and evene ate Little Caesars in a mausoleum, which is totally the most rad thing ever. Thanks for everything, darling!
Various other acts of radness included playing with Real Dolls and sex toys at the Erotic Museum. Now-former member ThePirate joined us one night, and took a silly little vegetarian Kestrel out to a steakhouse with Maxx, Margot_Dent, and other cool folks the next. The NHS finally had our little tea party Thursday night; there may have been no actual tea involved, but many important issues were taken care of.
Everywhere else these group pictures have been posted, there have been pages of "omg wtf Kes is tiiiiiny" comments; and though I may indeed be 5'1.5" and, as of Monday morning, 91.1lbs soaking wet, my delightful not-so-evil twin, Flux, was indeed wearing large heels. She and Maximillian are so very, very awesome, that they let me park on their couch when I had nowhere to go at the last moment. More thanks than I can type in a journal entry, guys.
Los Angeles did something over the weekend that I had been led to believe never happened. When it rained, I kid you not... everyone melted. Scary as fuck, but Flux and I played around anyway. We rode ferris wheels and carousels in the rain, frightened small children, were spotted as sisters by strangers, rode LA public transportation!, and saw Robots. Like you do.
ThePirate took over, and showed me through this awesome art gallery, fed me pizza, and watched I Heart Huckabees with me, which I go on about nonstop. Look at this art!
When it rains in LA, apparently staying in and hiding is the thing to do, but we still went out for a wonderful funnel cake breakfast before I finally got to see Battle Royale. What a lovely day. And then, Medieval Times!
Maxx bought me alcohol. Scopitone gave me a Blizzard dress of a t-shirt. Our knight lost, as per usual. To celebrate, we hit the medieval disco.
(I've stolen this one, baha.)
unravled totally felt me up at her after-party. I kind of passed out on the couch, and wish I'd have spent more time talking to Koleeta, Jeff_Fries, Timmy, obd, bean, Shalome, and others. Lovely to meet everyone, though. Interesting evening.
Goodbyes are sad, but necessary. To wrap it all up in a lovely fashion, a stewardess from Atlanta caught my bookmark on my tray table, and asked if I'd visited LA to see my sister.
Did you get drunk again?
Don't you mean, "The Boards? What on eeeaaaarth are those?"