I'm at my grandma's house, having an alterna-funeral of sorts, in which we eat (a whole) cake and watch
Project Runway. I wrote a really long (and entertaining!) post while I was on the train coming here, but I can't figure out how to get it from my laptop to my Treo to her desktop so I can publish it. Perhaps there is a trip to Panera to steal wireless in our future, or perhaps you will have to wait until Friday to read about my trip across the bay and inland to the magical utopia of Visalia, CA.
As for being here, I'm not sure there's much to say. The point of me taking this little trip was that I didn't
have to say anything, or feel isolated on a metropolitan peninsula while my family was in the Skoke at my grandpa's funeral (Grandpa, I'd pour out some of this Diet Coke for you, but it's beige carpet). Anyway, I'll be here eating cake and yelping over the
Lost premiere with my BFF Roger Rabbit until Friday.
Until then, my sweet admirers...
Until then, my sweet admirers...
