Pictures! I have pictures! Of course you don't get to actually see them. Sorry.
I picked up a buttload of pictures yesterday, but I have no idea how to upload them into this computer. So I'm waiting until Sunday, when I'm at Rach's familiar and comfy computer. So pictures soon. I promise.
Let's see, what to write, what to write... Yeah, it's no good. I've stopped moving, there's no more road ahead of me, I have nothing left to say. Poop.
Someone mentioned the appeal of local haunts. I feel like I've done nothing but sit in my home and watch movies. That's not interesting.
Actually, I've been to The Great American Melodrama twice. That's my friend Marqui right in that top picture! She was the lead in the show last night, which was fabulous, but the really important thing was the fact that she had the vamp number in the vaudeville revue.
Perhaps some of you don't understand the importance of this. This is the pinnacle of a theatrical career in these parts. The actress playing the vamp number was always... revered by us little highschool theatrical society heads. That was it! The top. The vamp sang, danced, and teased her way into everyones dreams, aspirations, and fantasies.
Of course it's not the top of Marqui's career. She's already been on a nation-wide tour, and she's heading back to LA at some point for even more, but in my eyes, she can't beat this. She's the bee's knees.
Mom and I have already done our traditional walk in the dunes, and donuts on the beach.
Hah! I'm watching Mamet's "State and Main", and the dumped fiancee just said, "She didn't even finish knitting me the sweater." Once you know what to listen for, knitting references are everywhere! Even something like the sweater curse, which I had never heard a whisper of until wandering onto this strange knit blogdom. Mamet rocks.
Anyway, a nice walk through the dunes at Oso Flaco, followed by lunch at the best steakhouse in Guadalupe. There were many, many animal heads on the wall, none of which particularly bothered me, except for the three deer that had their heads craned in order to keep a beady eye on me and my meal. I leaned back a little nervously, and hit my head on the horseshoe being used as a curtain tie. The curtains, of course, were tanned hides. The plates were circled with old branding symbols. I can't believe I'd never been there before.
There's an expedition currently seeking funds to uncover the buried city of DeMille, the set that was abandoned in the dunes after "The Ten Commandments" was filmed there. That's only one of the many cities that lay under drifts, covered and uncovered as the sands shift. I used to dream about coming over a dune and finding a lost resort, recently emerged. Doesn't seem like as much fun if you have to dig it up yourself, but still cool.
I spent a few days up north, with a delightful little, well, big actually, puppy named Chunk. She was a sweetie, despite needing constant attention, and loving to play king of the mountain every time you tried to sit down. The house was amazing, a huge place nestled in the Oakland hills. Very nice.
Still haven't done much of any knitting. I got about 3 more rows done on my tank top, and I keep touching my stash every day, but that's about it. Actually, I'm craving it right now. What the heck am I doing writing? Adios.