So, Joe and I and my parents went to New York City on my birthday. I'd
have to say that I do not especially like New York, but they have a lot
of Starbucks so it all evens out. Haha.
We went to Bubba Gump's. Mmm shrimp. My Daddy apparently told our
waitress to sing to me, which if you know me at all, is completely
unallowed. Haha. I told him I would cry if they sang to me (I know.
That's kind of mean, but I really would have). Yeah. Especially after
we saw several other birthdays... yeah. I will not stand on my chair
and "shake my money-maker" for the good folks at Bubba Gump's.
Wicked was amazing. Gasp. Amazing. We had pretty good seats and a
fantastically Nazi-ish usher lady. Haha. I'm surprised she didn't say
anything about my blatant picture taking. Well, I didn't take pictures
of the actualy performance. Haha. I was too excited and amazed.
Oh! And my brother came home from school and brought a bunny!
Fantastic. It's not his. Actually, the bunny doesn't have an owner
really... Mike's friends rent a house next to his and apparently the
owners left a bunny there. His friend Samma was taking care of it, but
she lives in Japan... and well... she didn't take him home. So hurray!
I get to bunny-sit! lol
Joe and I at Bubba Gump's.
Oooh. The big tree!
Oooh. Forbidden pictures! Haha.
Lights!
Aww. I love my Mum and Daddy.
My new bunny friend.