I've been thinking that I should have a "You know you live in California when..." feature on this blog.
In this edition: You know you live in California when you see a pink convertible driving around campus with the top down.
Since my last post, I have spent my time enjoying my mornings, taking a class that requires minimal work, and socializing. I did have to go to the orthopedic surgeon last week for a check up, which ultimately left me feeling blessed that I am not more damaged. There were some people there with some pretty grisly wounds, as well as a lady who, while we were waiting to get x-rays, decided to share her entire life story of all the tragedies that have befallen her skeleton (most recently, she broke 6 ribs when a suitcase fell out of an overhead bin and onto her.) I could not feel more fortunate. I do hope her ribs heal okay...it sounded like she was pretty bummed about not being able to do Pilates anymore.
This weekend has been filled with fantastic shenanigans, among which were Thursday night bowling, watching Planet Earth with nerdy friends, attending a friend's choir concert, eating ice cream at an adorable diner, and seeing an old film in the theater. I am choosing to focus on the latter, as it was a cinematic experience that almost rivals midnight Harry Potter in epicness. There is a movie theater in downtown Palo Alto that only shows old movies, and I went with a friend to watch the Audrey Hepburn film Sabrina there earlier this evening. We had both seen the movie before, but we discovered that the experience of watching old movies is immensely improved by sitting in a theater full of guffawing old people. Everything that I had previously found chucklesome in that movie suddenly seemed hilarious. And, when the movie ends, the curtain falls, people applaud, and an old-fashioned organ rises from the floor with an adorable little man playing happy music!! That is icing on the cake, my friends. Can't wait until they show Bringing Up Baby in September...
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