Ricky and I went out to breakfast at our favorite Capitol Hill restaurant and plotted our move to NYC.
And ate some frozen yogurt in the park.
And even supported some of Chris' cohorts at a genuine dance battle (at which I felt unbelievably white).
Now I'm jonesing to take a hip hop class. I'm also jonesing to buy legit camera so that I can take action shots on something other than my phone. Because I'm doing really well at my resolution to take more pictures and this silly camera phone is simply not cutting it anymore.
But now I can officially start saving for one because I FINALLY BOUGHT A CAR THIS WEEK. It's a gold 2003 Pontiac Grand Am. More than one person has called it a grandma car, but it's a car and it works and I am satisfied. I had to do really grown-up things like go to the bank and buy insurance and nonsense like that, and now I'm feeling weirdly adult.
Didn't work much this week, but tonight it's back to the grind. More scheduling conflicts have presented themselves so I'm stressing about that. Again. Blah. Why can't I just have steady performing work and not have to bother with this day (night) job stuff?
But I have a car. :)