Hey there.

So, my little toe has been broken and I know this sounds like no big deal, but holy snap, it hurt! 

Smashing Pumpkins concert was stellar and marked the first evening I was able to wear actual *shoes*.  It was awesome.  Midway through the show, I began to ponder.... And that is never good, btw.

I think I first heard them when I was in HS, a freshman or sophomore.  Now granted, I was forced to skip two grades (one in the second grade and the other during middle school), but it was high school nonetheless.  And like every other kid in high school, my head was in the sand and I probably did not catch wind of "Siamese Dream" until it had been out for a year or two.  Terribly uncool, I know.

Side note:  Because my birthday is later in the year, I started college at the ripe old age of 15.  Good stuff.  While everyone else was procuring fake IDs and going about their 18 year-old business, I was fervently studying for my exam and eagerly anticipating this whole "driving" thing.  All I wanted was a driver's license, let alone a fake ID.  I was 15 and looked it, I knew there was no f-ing way I would ever pass for 21.  It was pathetic, yes. 

Side Note #2:  I hate driving.

But I digress.  Smashing Pumpkins.  Yes.  So, there I was at the show, contemplating how old this band is... Corgan is 41.  *41*!     

And he still rocks, in his weird little way. 

And I would like you to remember: 

"Don’t tease the jaws of a Venus flytrap; each jaw can only close a few times before dying. "

Words to live by.

So how are you? 

Why didn't they spellcheck the title...?

So anyway. Hi.  How are you?

St. Croix was lovely, the wedding was stellar, oooh.

One of my fave parts of the trip was the return plane ride home in which I was sleeping (read:  passed out) on the shoulder of some random military guy next to me and woke up to fun time turbulence and the woman across the aisle screaming "OH DEAR JESUS! SAVE ME!"  She was quite a sight.  (Side note:  I apologized for snuggle time on random military guy, turned to the other side, and turned up the ipod.)  Good stuff.

With the election over, I think I am going into withdrawals or something... Strange.

So back to the topic at hand.  If I had the ability to disappear, which I am assuming they mean the same thing as "to be invisible" (because not to be all technical about it, but realistically, we disappear/leave situations on a daily basis, i.e., I go into my coffeshop, I purchase said coffee, I disappear/leave from that location,etc.). 

So invisibility. 

1. I'd watch David Beckham undress.  =)

2. Linger around the White House.

3. Check out a day in the life of David Gergen.

4. Fly a plane.

5. Grope David Beckham.

6. Mess up Anderson Cooper's hair.  Repeatedly.

7. And other stuff.

Yep.  Back to my original question.... How are you?  =)