phthalombrage | the greatest voyage in the history of plastic

For July 4th, I rode my bike to chris' and we had a cook-in. He brought up the idea of a grill/cook-out type thing, but the grill in my kitchen is a) funky b) electric c) full of charcoal, despite manufacturer's warnings to not use charcoal. None of my roommates were home to ask about it. Today I discovered there is yet another grill on the fire escape, but whatever, our cook-in was fairly successful. Chris grilled veggie burgers on his grill skillet. We topped them with muenster and bunned them. In the oven were ears of bi-color corn and tin-foil "hobo packs" of sliced carrots, potatoes, onion and cloves of garlic. Hooray food. Oh yeah, I guess America is okay.

Also managed to finish up the rest of the televised firefly. I had only seen as many episodes as kgb watched in hamburg. Now all I have left to see is serenity.

I crashed on the futon because the bike had bruised me in awkward places, I had killer blisters from wearing actual shoes, and the holiday bus schedule was extra-sad. I discovered in the morning that I had left my ID card in my apt, too. Super.

Dance was fun as usual. I need to relax into things, let them be, and not flip around my hair so much. They're going to get back to me about using me as an apprentice. That would be SO COOL. We'll see. It'll be three nights a week min. of practice in Point Breeze, too... but I have a bike now? We'll see.

Biking went a lot better on the way back. Sure, more of it was downhill and I wasn't having problems with the seat slipping since chris screwed in in tighter, but I can probably chalk at least some of the ease of return up to my own picking up of this bicycling with brakes and gears thing on non-flat terrain, right?

I spent a large portion of the day only partly clothed and singing loudly, taking advantage of one of those rare times when I know I have the apartment to myself because all my roommates are out of town, so I can act out of character. I have discerned that my singing voice sounds like I am a little girl, also kind of whiny sometimes, so this further reinforces my no singing when people are listening policy. Especially no singing in front of others dressed as I was.

Then I worked more on drawings. I drew a weird dream I had had and got at LEAST sketches in for everyone in exec. (dbesse required stalking). I really suck at drawing me. Everyone else looks fine, but I am not too thrilled about drawing myself and the product shows it.

Another note: Sarasota has street view now! When did this happen? I can see my house, my work, my school, and my dance studio, so it's pretty comprehensive (no love for the trailer parks or poncy gated communities, though).