Merely Indeed Mr. Wooden

"Be more concerned with your character than your reputation, because your character is what you really are, while your reputation is merely what others think you are."

John Wooden

Date Night

Hi there! Remember me?The girl who did nothing but finals and work for three straight weeks, interspersed with fast food runs and brief spells of fitful sleep, often in clothes worn on repeat? Well if you didn't believe me the proof is all over my bedroom, and spilling out of my closets. It's all over my car, and in the trunk and in the floorboards. It's in my bathroom, primarily colonizing the sink/toilet/bathtub. It's in my overflowing laundry baskets. It's in the stack of mail that is a good 4 inches thick, waterfalling over the edge of my desk and pooling in a papery puddle next to the shredder covered in dust- yes, I was that busy. So, my apartment and I have a Friday night date- I'll be wearing my 1950's housewife getup, but I'll skip the Valium. Gotta bring my A game to this mess.

Have a good weekend kittens. I'll catch up with you on Saturday.

Question

Ok, so I was joking about getting drunk and engaging in unwholesome proclivities for drugs with bums....

but...

after that 7-Up, I really needed to use the restroom. So I sauntered over to the portable toilets. But guys, it was dark. And there were no lights. Which meant that the DMA would have been forcing me to lift up my skirt and sit over a hole in a dirty port-a-potty in the pitch black. I tried, really I did, but when i shut the door I could see nothing, and even though it's not *technically* a drain, more like a huge receptacle beneath the seat, I started having flashbacks to "It" (the book, which I read in the 4th grade, thanks parents, not the movie). I couldn't do it. I'll wait to get home.

So, we walk back to the train and I suddenly realize there is no way I can make it home. And of course because downtown is filled with bums none of the businesses have public restrooms. I scanned frantically, and saw a big landscaped area of trees and bushy grass. Walking around for further inspection I saw two small but deep fountains behind it that had been drained. After walking back to the platform, I could see that none of this propitious situation was visible to the street.

Now don't judge me for this next part. I'm pretty sure you know where this story is going anyway, but in the interest of being coy I'll couch the following in hypotheticals. But it's all true.

I may or may not have then enlisted Jennifer to be my lookout. I possibly then crawled into said drained fountain. At that point I may or may not have given one last furtive glance for onlookers before nonchalantly squatting down and peeing while pretending to be having a totally casual conversation that I just happened to want to have while crouching in a dark and empty fountain. Jennifer may have then offered a sheet of the Dallas Observer to assist me at the end, but I refused. This could have been on the grounds that I didn't want to litter, but I also didn't want to carry a crumpled up piece of newsprint covered in my urine to the trash. It was a classic ethical dilemma- the former would have filled me with guilt, the latter was just gross. So I sacrificed. I did a little shake, adjusted my clothes, and hopped out of the fountain like nothing had happened.

So, to the question. If a security camera catches me urinating in a public fountain downtown, can I be charged with something?

Jazz Under the Stars, Part Two

We're pretty

Cousin Mel, Cousin Mel's husband Josh, and beautiful baby boy Jacob

This was his face on his first ride on the DART rail. Due to pictures not having sound effects, you can't hear him saying "YAY TRAIN!"

Here's a picture that could *probably* be used as proof that I'm a raging alcoholic. And maybe based on that idea one could infer that I got totally wasted, and of course one could logically assume that I then had sex with a bum in the sculpture garden downtown, after which I got arrested for prostitution AND drug running because he paid me for my services with an 8 ball!!

Of course, the real story is that this is me being funny, acting pretentious and holding a wine glass before returning to drinking my 7-Up and playing with my baby cousin. Then he drank all my 7-Up. Babies are greedy. But they're cute. So it works out.



I'm really loving these concerts at the DMA. Ok, mostly I'm really loving summer. But this is a great part of it so far.
I'll see you soon Mom and Granny!

The Gossip...

are another very good band that I adore. I love her voice and her style. And that haircut looks about 8,572 times better on her than it did on me when I had it. Enjoy!

Mmmmm, Summer

So happy to be almost debt free, done with classes, sitting on a 4.0, sending a paper off to get published, seeing friends and family, traveling and going to the pool and reading books for fun, sleeping in and staying up late, going to concerts, playing pool, volunteering, camping, going on week night dates and playing downtown...

I could go on and on. Let's go summer. Don't tell school, but you're my favorite.

Listen, You Won't Be Disappointed

I. Love. Her.