If you don't be straight, no problem at all, God don't make no trash
It's been almost a week since I got back and it took me this long to post... Sorry. Somehow I'm just not good at updating my life on livejournal.
Astonishingly enough, guys, the Baltic and Scandinavia are beautiful. I loved Copenhagen--they have lots everywhere with dozens of bikes that people rent and then ride about the city. And people are kayaking through the city in the canal. I got hit by jetlag hard, though, and it was such an awful flight there that I didn't tour in Copenhagen, and I didn't see the Little Mermaid. I didn't get seasick this time when we got on the boat, though, excellent!
I don't like cruises, as a means of tourism, because I don't think you actually see the city at all. I do like huge buffets with tons of beautiful food that you just can't leave because you need to taste it.
My favorite part of the trip was not a location. I was walking through the buffet line with a serious face and this old, small, black man with an accent said to me, "Smile, my lady, smile!" When I complied he said, "It's beautiful!" I love people like that.
There were some song-and-dance shows that were generally pretty good. There was one really awkward dance where the male dancers were literally pole-dancing. Like, really sexually pole-dancing. There was one getting really into it, and I noticed because I'd been watching him the past few shows. I was sitting there thinking, "I see you. I see you, Latin diva. Don't pretend. I know that in your heart you're really wearing tasseled pasties and a sequin thong. I see you, diva."
On the cruise ship they had an art gallery, which was beautiful. I am now obsessed with Martiros Manoukian--some of the pieces by him were so dynamic, so colorful, and just so ultimately beautiful that I would seriously walk through the art gallery just so I could stare at them. Look at his art, if you can. It's amazing.
Anyway, since I've been back I've spent a lot of time with Boy, and I spent a lot of money buying formal shirts because I'm doing an internship next week and I didn't own any formal shirts. I can't go to a congressman's office shirtless, even if he is liberal. I will not be THAT kind of congressional aide~ And then I went shoe-shopping, because I also would like to not walk around DC barefoot and I owned no formal shoes.
My dad signed me up for that thing. I didn't want to do it. Now he gets annoyed at me for not getting excited about the thing I told him I didn't want to do. Anyway, I feel it within my rights use that as an excuse to jump into frivolous consumer culture. And I didn't even buy that one pair of super-cute purple flats.
WHAT THE BUCK?
Astonishingly enough, guys, the Baltic and Scandinavia are beautiful. I loved Copenhagen--they have lots everywhere with dozens of bikes that people rent and then ride about the city. And people are kayaking through the city in the canal. I got hit by jetlag hard, though, and it was such an awful flight there that I didn't tour in Copenhagen, and I didn't see the Little Mermaid. I didn't get seasick this time when we got on the boat, though, excellent!
I don't like cruises, as a means of tourism, because I don't think you actually see the city at all. I do like huge buffets with tons of beautiful food that you just can't leave because you need to taste it.
My favorite part of the trip was not a location. I was walking through the buffet line with a serious face and this old, small, black man with an accent said to me, "Smile, my lady, smile!" When I complied he said, "It's beautiful!" I love people like that.
There were some song-and-dance shows that were generally pretty good. There was one really awkward dance where the male dancers were literally pole-dancing. Like, really sexually pole-dancing. There was one getting really into it, and I noticed because I'd been watching him the past few shows. I was sitting there thinking, "I see you. I see you, Latin diva. Don't pretend. I know that in your heart you're really wearing tasseled pasties and a sequin thong. I see you, diva."
On the cruise ship they had an art gallery, which was beautiful. I am now obsessed with Martiros Manoukian--some of the pieces by him were so dynamic, so colorful, and just so ultimately beautiful that I would seriously walk through the art gallery just so I could stare at them. Look at his art, if you can. It's amazing.
Anyway, since I've been back I've spent a lot of time with Boy, and I spent a lot of money buying formal shirts because I'm doing an internship next week and I didn't own any formal shirts. I can't go to a congressman's office shirtless, even if he is liberal. I will not be THAT kind of congressional aide~ And then I went shoe-shopping, because I also would like to not walk around DC barefoot and I owned no formal shoes.
My dad signed me up for that thing. I didn't want to do it. Now he gets annoyed at me for not getting excited about the thing I told him I didn't want to do. Anyway, I feel it within my rights use that as an excuse to jump into frivolous consumer culture. And I didn't even buy that one pair of super-cute purple flats.
WHAT THE BUCK?