It's Official...

• ...I go to Pedro's too often.  The girl there knows my order.  
• ...this dad with his little boy is the cutest thing I've seen all week (and my week included some wicked dimples). 
• ...I am a crazy person.  This morning when I left my flat, I crawled under the spiderweb spanning the gap of the open gate.  I couldn't bring myself to ruin what took him all night to build.  That's not the crazy part though.  The crazy is that I talked to him as I did it.  I'd like to think we gained an understanding and respect for one another.  (Any neighbor who saw me leave my front yard on my hands and knees, looking over my shoulder, talking to the air may have lost some respect for me, however.  And thus, the universe finds itself in balance once again.)
• ...I love Radiolab.  Still.  More.  Always. 
If you are unfamiliar with this incredible podcast, start with this recent short!!!

Ah, Memories

Happy one year anniversary of my one month anniversary!

As I never actually posted on the one year mark, this seemed necessary to celebrate.  I will say I am slightly nervous as September and I have a tenuous friendship and as this is my 13th month perhaps that is a bad combo?  Or perhaps it means people will throw in an extra bagel after every twelve purchases I make this month!  Oh god please let it be cinnamon raisin slathered in strawberry shmear.  

Also, this reminds me of the Festival of Britain.  This year is the 60th anniversary of the Festival.  Celebrations have been taking place on the Southbank since April and are ending tomorrow (damn!  I didn't realize that!  And I planned to study tomorrow.  Hmmmm).  The original Festival (May - October 1951) was aimed at promoting British recovery from the war, but also celebrated the 100th anniversary of the Great Exhibition which took place 1 May to 15 October 1851.  If the British can celebrate an anniversary of an anniversary, then I can celebrate the same for Britain.  If you haven't been able to follow any of this, don't worry.  Just go to sleep and Leo DiCaprio will explain it all.    

I promise not to post about the one year anniversary of my three month anniversary though. That's just going a bit too far. 

Dear 3:00am,

I am sure you have many good qualities but I hate to say I am really not all that interested in getting to know you.  I'm not sure why you keep tricking me into spending time with you.  Can we just admit we travel in different social circles and agree not to see each other again?

Much love,

Noodle

Ruby Blue < Strawberry Moon

The chances of meeting someone at a club worth talking to or even dancing with are low.  The chances of it happening twice are none.  These odds definitely played out at the club tonight.  I wanted, as last time, to go out with my friends, swing my hips a bit, and let the music speak to me.  At Strawberry Moon I could do all three.  Not one time did I have someone decide it was their right to appear behind me, grab my ass, my hand, my face, kiss me, grind with me, or force me to indicate my need to be rescued with the clever use of a safety gesture.  Ruby Blue was all about it though.  Thrice we had to rescue one of our own from a guy.  The same dude!  And when he still didn't get the hint, he had to be actually pushed away by several of us pulling stern faces and fist to cuffs.  It was as if Port 'o Call and Green Street had a baby.  A baby who came out with a popped collar, smelling of Axe.    

HAHAHA!

This is seriously killing me right now!!!