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Saturday, July 17, 2004


   ROAD TRIP!
I went on a road trip today! Can you tell? ^^ Me, Nikki, and Dana went up to Sarasota to go wander around the art galleries and such. It was fun, even though 90% of it was modern art and I'm not real keen on modern art...anyways, we wandered around, saw some interesting stuff...almost got thrown out of a couple of stores. ^^ NOT MY FAULT--okay, the second one may have been my fault. We went into the first gallery, and the owner WOULD NOT stop following us around!!! Like I cared enough to shoplift from a place that sells over-priced modern-impressionistic art. Blech. Blech, blech, blech, and blech. The second place was funny...it was so hoity-toity and we were in denim, t-shirts, and flipflops (so obviously not high-end clientale...) so everyone was being so super snooty! Well I put on a really bad twang and said "Well this here gall-o-rya shore is naihce!" Nikki and Dana started spazzing and yelled at me to shut up. Feel the love in the room...^^ It was a nice day to go wander around though--overcast with a breeze. We weren't melting, dying, or otherwise suffering discomfort. Lunch was pretty good too--we went to "Two Senioritas"...nice Mexican food, but our waitress was a royal DINK.
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Weird dream time! ^^
Okay, so I dreamt I was at this gay night club with Andrea, Marcus, and Mason. It was so hysterically bad, because Andrea was wearing a zebra print minidress (I think she probably really does own one...) and I was wearing an ankle-length painted-on purple leopard print dress, with sparkly purple lace-up platforms. It was so bad--I only knew it was a gay nightclub because all the men were dressed to thrill in sparkly spandex pants, vests without shirts, and studded collars. They kept hitting on Marcus and Mason (yes, the same Marcus that is dating Chelsea) and Andrea couldn't figure out why none of the men were hitting on her (this is no exaggeration--I can see taking her to a gay night club and her being unable to figure out why the men aren't hitting on her ^^). Absolutely hysterical! I even dreamed a bit about getting to the nightclub--apparently it was Gay Pride night so there were lil mini-parades all over, and every time I'd turn down a side-street to get away from one, another would pop up and some stupid lil kids would dart out in front of my car! I think I hit more than a few, but it didn't seem to be such a big deal...no nightmarish feel or any thing like that. Insane, yes? I think I really need to stop watching the Nanny--I know where the dream-wardrobe came from. As for the Gay Pride--no more Will&Grace. That's it. No more tv for me!

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