I survived my weekend in Sacramento, just barely. Workwise, actually, the weekend went remarkably well. It was one of our University’s Commencement Exercises, and I go up each year to help out. I dress the VIP’s in their robes, and greet the keynote speaker, etc…Mostly, for the Commencement in Sacramento, there’s a lot of eating, and a lot of drinking. I learned my first year to be careful with the drinking, because man does it ever suck ass to wake up at 6AM with a raging hangover and only 4 hours of sleep. My two tricks are: drink VERY slowly, so no one thinks you have an empty glass and thus feels obligated to buy you another drink, or: act drunk even when you’re not so they leave you the hell alone (the only problem with this trick is that you have to live with the teasing of getting plowed at a work function).

This year a bunch of us decided to go see Sex and the City after the Saturday dinner, which excluded us from the boozing all together. Much, much easier. I have to confess, I never really watched the show. I’ve never had HBO, and whenever it’s on TBS now, I’ll watch it only if there’s nothing better on…but it just doesn’t grab me. Sorry, devotees! Any-hoodle, my take on the movie was that it was entertaining, but stayed in the depression/conflict stage for entirely too long. I also wish that Charlotte had been given more of a story line. I really like her.

After the movie, around 1:15AM, the girls and I went outside to wait for a cab to take us back to the hotel, and we noticed a stream of cop cars pulling up around the corner. So we peered through the trees, and there was some massively huge street fight going on. Punches, knives, cops shoving people’s faces into the street. Uh, yeah. It was terrifying. I kept waiting to hear gun shots, and tried to casually stand behind solid objects to deflect any stray bullets.

Luckily, none of us died, or ended up in some police round up. We still have no idea what started the whole thing, though. All I know is, I’ll forever be grateful for the cabbie who let 5 women into his car while he waited at a green light with cars honking all around him.

And that was my weekend. It was great to get home again, see the puppy (she’ll be a year in August!!! *sniff*), and sleep in my own bed again. Also, to shower. Is it just me, or do airplanes always smell like feet and farts? I swear to God I’d know that smell anywhere.

Now I’m trying to buckle down and really hammer out my thesis novel (yeah, I’ve gone back to the idea of a novel, not short stories). I’m outlining it now, which was my saving grace when writing my screenplay a year or so ago. Whenever I got writers block, I just looked down at my detailed outline and knew exactly what to write next. Here’s hoping the same trick works again.

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