"It's the safest thing you'll ever have between your legs."*

Mini road trip to Monterey
Cheap breakfast and miniature golf in Santa Cruz. Sandwiches, sunshine, and sand while hanging out at the Pacific Grove tide pools. Gawking at (and commenting on) a wedding at the Carmel mission. Drinking cheap wine while "relaxing" in the motel room and playing the card game Casino. The Britannia Arms for dinner and pints. A quick obligatory stop at Cibo, where I could barely finish a glass of wine. A drunken stroll down the cobblestone (?) street, to end up stumbling into a classic motorcycle auction ("classic" being everything from a 1920s Indian with sidecar to a 1970s Datsun), which was an odd way to end the evening. And that was just Saturday.

I'm glad to have a break (even if temporary) from the heat. I want to say that the heat of the last couple of weeks was unbearable, but of course that can’t be true, because I did bear it and I am bearing it, so it must be bearable. But it is annoying and gross feeling like I can’t breathe and waking up to feel the sheets wet with sweat.

Recently Watched
Cars
Match Point
Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang
The Break-Up
The Devil Wears Prada

Read, Reading, Planning to Read
Peter and the Starcatchers; Peter and the Shadowthieves - the sequel to the Peter Pan prequel was just as good at the prequel.
A Northern Light by Jennifer Donnelly – thought it was really good despite the unresolved ending. I loved the fictional story with a real-life element woven in. Have been trying to read Gangs of New York, which is interesting enough for its old-timey-ness, but once you’ve read about one “worst gangster of New York,” you’ve read about them all.
Highland Fling by Katie Fford - just picked this off the shelf at the library. A bit of fluff to read on the bus.
Gangs of New York - I stared reading this a couple of weeks ago and am still only a fifth of the way through.
The Fountainhead - also checked this out from the library, promising myself I would read it for my dad, who bought me a copy a good fifteen years ago that I never read. It's a pie-crust promise though.


*Jonathan Silverman in Girls Just Want to Have Fun, 1985