Can I give you a call?
The last three days have been kind of hectic. [Uncle] Jerry's dad passed away wednesday night, my aunt Sue came home earlier than expected because of it. I am only newly related to his family -and I don't know ANY of them- so I don't really feel bad. Sure its terrible that it happened while I am out here because I feel bad because I think Jerry is trying to just hide his emotions for the sake of not ruining my "vacation."
Also I need to update what has happened in the last four days. Internet went out and just came back like right now so I'm frantic to get my thoughts down.
Tuesday I went out and got my hair cut at this place called Fringe. The girl named Emily did a wonderful job. Thinned out my hair, gave me some longer bangs. At the salon it looked wonderful but after walking a mile or so back to the apartment with high winds...it wasn't that great. I kinda freaked out because I looked in the mirror when I got back and my hair looked like a bubble. I felt like one of those rediculous news reporters with the over styled hair. Luckily after I showered and straightened it myself, it looked fine.
Wednesday I ventured to Japantown to see if it was any more authentic than Chinatown. I was thoroughly disappointed. Granted Chinatown is this whole mass of souvenir shops with cheap asian silks and toys. You can't walk five feet without running into something to do. Japantown had a mall -if you can even call it a mall. It was more like an indoor strip mall. Lots of restaurants, a book store, and a video store, and a few lovely bakeries. I didn't find anything I really wanted but I did end up buying this beautiful strawberry short cake (a full size cake, not a little tart) to take home to the aunt and uncle. Intending it to be a thank you gift. On my way home, my aunt calls me and tells me she made pedicure appointments for she and I. It was 3:30 when she called. The appointments were for 4:00 and 4:30. I told her to take the first appointment as it would certainly take me a while to walk back to the mall. I get there just in time for my appointment. Then I realize I had worn my converse. Factoid: You generally don't put on socks/shoes after a pedicure. Considering I had walked around all day and my socks and shoes were more than a little gross, my aunt ran to payless really quick and bought me a cheap pair of sandals to wear home. The pedicure turned out to be amazing. I never had one before because I couldn't fathom someone working on my feet like that. I highly recommend getting at least one in your life -no matter how bad you may think your feet are.
An hour or so after that my aunt and I met [uncle] jerry at this steakhouse. I had this truffle burger which was the most amazing burger I think I've ever had. I was afraid at first because I've heard so many rumors floating around the truffle (a rare mushroom which no one has learned to cultivate yet). I've heard its very strong, and gives off a disgusting smell. I came to find out neither of these rumors were true.
Thursday I went out shopping again. I discovered if left to my own devices, I tend to spend a lot of money at Urban Outfitters. I bought a vintage brown mini skirt and this baby doll tank to go with it. I also headed to the virgin records store and bought an interpol CD.
One thing that sort of intrigues me during my shopping binges is the recurrence of black men asking me out or asking for my number. I don't get it. I mean, sure, I really admire the way people out here are bold enough to randomly ask out a girl they met on the streets because I know I could never muster the courage to do such a thing. *sigh* I know this sounds racist, but, why aren't any white boys asking me out? I try not to be close minded, but I just prefer dating a scruffy looking white guy whose ego isn't so inflated. Please comment on this dilemma. I ask you, am I being racist?