Travel-blog: Livonia, Michigan Day Two.
I purchased a car adaptor charger for my cel phone at a tanning bed/cel place. Yes…a hybrid joint where the trendy wannabees listen to Kylie Minogue while they rice out their phones & get a tan. With a title like “Tan Cellular” I thought it was a Chinese joint. Alas no, all the Chinese owned businesses are apparently really bad Chinese restaurants titled something like “Lings Buffet” and “Chopstix & Rice”. I wish I were kidding.
Visit to the cemetery to give props to Mom. After skipping over the headstones of the Dicewiczes, Lewellens, and Parzukowskis and feeling the crunch of grass that has been laced with frost, I prostrated myself at her grave, gave thanks, said a prayer, and had a lovely little conversation with my Mom. As usual, she scolded me for still being single, having too many bad habits, and not cleaning my room regularly. She loves me though. And I never forget that.
I had a good laugh that after 4 years my Dad & Stepmom finally spotted my tattoo. “What is *THAT*?” asked my stepmom. Horangi “A tiger…for the year I was born…Horangi-di”. My dad just said “Aigooo” and shook his head. Stepmom spanked me on the butt only once for it. Note to self, apparently the statute of limitations for seriously yelling at me for mischievous behaviors like getting a tattoo is four years. And a computer.
Dinner with the lovely Kate who has inspired me to be more aggressive in pursuing my artistic/writing potential. She’s brilliant, lovely, and funny as all hell. A true sister and I love that I have another great gal pal to hang with when I’m in Michigan.
A visit up to Lansing with an old college friend. We had great talks re: philosophy/religion, spirituality, emotional intelligence/maturity and other good stuff along those lines. The bar we went to was overwhelmingly blonde. Blondes as far as the eye could see. Blondes drinking bud light no less. Some things never change.
Note to self: Be thankful for friends who give you baked goods. Last night was a chocolate chip cookie fest with the best pal. Tonight J. gave me a homemade baked banana walnut bread.
Happy Thanksgiving! Pull out the fat pants, yo!
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