Today my parents and I took the airplane and flew up to New England to have breakfast with Jeff Glasrow and his lady (I refuse to refer to her as a girlfriend--it's ridiculous term to use for an adult woman in her forties). On the way back, we stopped by Ocean City to go swimming.
Fangirl moments for the day:
Saw two photographs of Spitfires at the Sky Manor restaurant in New England, which of course made me think of Mike, the Irish pilot from Isle of the Apples, though I'm not sure if that really counts, since it's my own original work.
Spent several hours by the ocean, which inspired multiple Pirates-centric thoughts.
Took a page from Captain Jack Sparrow's logbook and wore large amounts of black eye shadow at the beach/boardwalk. Guess what, it really does cut down on the glare. It didn't stream down my face in raccoon-like smears when I got wet, either, though it did fade a lot.
Saw a sign on the boardwalk for "Psychic readings by Jean", which prompted internal giggles and X-Men thoughts.
Saw many signs advertising hair braiding and hair wraps as well, which would really have provided me with an opportunity to look piratey, except that I have to wash my hair every morning, so I'd only have had to take them out again tomorrow.
BTW, the final stage of the Tour de France was tonight. Lance Armstrong won, though the second place guy would have had a decent shot at beating him if he hadn't crashed in the final stage and lost time. Once again, the French did not win--nor did they even come in second--that guy was German. Poor French. *snickers * While we were watching it, my Dad was making fun of the little jerseys they were (there are dozens of them, I swear, and they all mean something) and he told my Mom that the fastest gay guy got to wear a polka dot jersey. Five minutes later, a guy in a red polka dot jersey peddles his way across the screen. I have no clue what the jersey actually meant (probably not that he was indeed the fastest gay guy) but it was pretty funny.
Also, I convinced my dad to buy me the second Sandman book, "A Doll's House," at a book store on the boardwalk. We got it for only $12, which is real cheap for a graphic novel.
Fangirl moments for the day:
Saw two photographs of Spitfires at the Sky Manor restaurant in New England, which of course made me think of Mike, the Irish pilot from Isle of the Apples, though I'm not sure if that really counts, since it's my own original work.
Spent several hours by the ocean, which inspired multiple Pirates-centric thoughts.
Took a page from Captain Jack Sparrow's logbook and wore large amounts of black eye shadow at the beach/boardwalk. Guess what, it really does cut down on the glare. It didn't stream down my face in raccoon-like smears when I got wet, either, though it did fade a lot.
Saw a sign on the boardwalk for "Psychic readings by Jean", which prompted internal giggles and X-Men thoughts.
Saw many signs advertising hair braiding and hair wraps as well, which would really have provided me with an opportunity to look piratey, except that I have to wash my hair every morning, so I'd only have had to take them out again tomorrow.
BTW, the final stage of the Tour de France was tonight. Lance Armstrong won, though the second place guy would have had a decent shot at beating him if he hadn't crashed in the final stage and lost time. Once again, the French did not win--nor did they even come in second--that guy was German. Poor French. *snickers * While we were watching it, my Dad was making fun of the little jerseys they were (there are dozens of them, I swear, and they all mean something) and he told my Mom that the fastest gay guy got to wear a polka dot jersey. Five minutes later, a guy in a red polka dot jersey peddles his way across the screen. I have no clue what the jersey actually meant (probably not that he was indeed the fastest gay guy) but it was pretty funny.
Also, I convinced my dad to buy me the second Sandman book, "A Doll's House," at a book store on the boardwalk. We got it for only $12, which is real cheap for a graphic novel.