Miami Baby

I haven't taken a vacation since I was 21. That was almost 5 years ago now. Before that I hadn't taken a vacation since like....7th grade? There's a question mark because I'm really not sure.

The point is I just never take a vacation. I travel a lot, but it's always for something like, being in a friend's wedding, improv festivals, the birth of my niece, Christmas etc...

Tomorrow I'm going to Miami. I am so pumped. I almost don't even know what to do with my excitement. I'm also only going to be there Friday through Monday which means I totally have room to over pack my suitcase AND bring my hair dryer. Usually I only bring exactly what's necessary clothing wise and no hair tools because I'm trying to fit a weeks worth of clothes plus gifts or books I borrowed from my mom into a tiny carry-on suitcase. This means no room for hair tools or fancy black dresses just in case I need one.

Not this time. It's only necessary for me to bring 3 days worth of clothes and 1 pair of shoes. You better believe I have enough clothes for a week and 3 pairs of shoes PLUS the hair dryer.

Heaven.

I've never been to Miami. I don't know a lot about it. This is what I do know:

1) It is the setting of a glorious and wonderful show called Dexter
2) There's lots of Cuban food
3) Celebrities like Paris Hilton like to party there on New Years
4) Dexter Morgan lives there
5) There is a lot of dancing
6) There is a beach
7) Dexter is set there

I love Dexter. I will be in the home of Dexter. No, I don't care about the parties and the yummy pork sandwiches, I care about a fictional serial killer who kills other serial killers. That's kind of sick.

Here's a picture of Miami for you to enjoy:



Everyone have a lovely weekend. I'll be vacationing.

PS to Griggs: On the latest Aphasia Podcast you had Jeannie and Brett guess whether an actor named Harry Morgan was dead or alive. I didn't know Harry Morgan was an actor. I only knew him as the Harry Morgan who is my beloved Dexter's foster father. I screamed, "Dead!!! He's Dead!!!" because he is dead on the show. I thought it was so cool that you mentioned Dexter. Then it wasn't that Harry Morgan and I was sad.

So cool.

Click here.

This is so cool to watch.

Love.

** Update **

This is equally as uncool.

Some people should justdecide to go to college and rap at frat parties to be "funny".

I said it. Not ashamed.

HARRY POTTER!!!!

On Sunday my bestie friend Rachel and I saw the Harry Potter exhibit at the Museum of Science and Industry.

I love Harry Potter. I made fun of it until my sister begged me to read the books. I read them. I love them. I love all of the movies too. The Rach is an even bigger Potter fan than I am. So when she happened to come in town on opening weekend of the exhibit, well, I mean, like duh you guys.

It was a blast. The only downfall is we couldn't take pictures. So I will give you the highlights:

1) I volunteered to wear the sorting hat as did Rach. We both got our houses of choice. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, respectfully. The older man who thought he was so cool and was sure he belonged in Slytherin got Hufflepuff. Guess who's the fool now?

2) Saw an outfit warn by Emma Thompson. I almost cried. I was hoping if I could touch it some of her wise acting theories and good industry luck would transfer. I'll never know because there was a rope I couldn't get past.

3) Pulled up a mandrake. It was super cute. Also animatronic. Mandrakes aren't real, what were you thinking?

4) Learned that 8-12 year old boys are punk aass b*tches who hog the Quidditch game and when you finally get a rogue ball they let slip out of their sight, they will steal it from you and shove you back out of the way.

5) Gift shops are expensive.

6) This one is more of a warning: The tour guides, or whatever they're called, talk in really bad British accents. The museum should have hired a dialect coach. If they did hire one, they should get their money back.

7) I love Harry Potter more now than ever.

Over all it was really fun and amazing. Less interactive than I thought, but cool nonetheless. Made me wish I was as skilled as a set designer and prop master. Maybe in another life.

Since we couldn't take pictures I have included this picture of Rach and I and what are faces probably looked like at every moment of the exhibit:

Pure joy and fun.

Also, here's the trailer for the new movie:



Who's in for a midnight showing?

I am.

Also who's in, in 2010?

I am.

Hilarious.

Cat In A Box @ Yahoo! Video

Love.

Things I love:

Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs



Paula Deen



More specifically, Paula Deen's Pumpkin Gooey Butter Cake



Battlestar Galactica (A new love)



This couch.



Melissa baths.




Just thought I'd share.

Sick.

I'm so over this.

I got sick in January. So sick I actually went to the doctor.

I should tell you that I used to get sinus infections on a regular basis (once a month) due to an excess of bones behind my nose. That's the truth. Apparently I had broken my nose and not only had a deviated septum but also extra bones growing every which way. Awesome! I think I broke it in 6th grade when I was hit with a basketball square in the face.

I went to the doctor several times and they always told my I had a tiny cold, wouldn't give me medicine and then other times would, and never thought it was strange that I came back every month. Until I went to a specialist who said, "WHOA! What happened to the inside of your nose? That's the second-worst nose I've ever seen." Always words one wants to hear. And yes, I really was the second worst nose he had seen. Only one other person was worse off then me. That poor poor guy.

Now that you know my history, you can understand that why I rarely go to the doctor when I'm sick. They've burned me.

Me going to the doctor in January was a big deal. The doc gave me antibiotics and said, "get some rest. You'll start coughing too. That means it's going away."

I coughed.

I was better for approximately one-two weeks.

Now I'm terrible again. I'm miserable. I don't know what's wrong with me. I thought I was just having allergies but this is ridiculous. I know I have allergy problems but this is dumb, stupid and annoying.

I also don't have a fever. Doctors always say, "well you don't have a fever so you're not sick really." Seriously. That's what I've been told.

Here's the weird part too: I know many other people having similar symptoms and problems as me, have been sick just as long, and they are all females.

What's that about?

Why is the universe hating on the ladies?

Why do I hate my life right now?

I want to get better.

I also don't want to go back to the doctor because, well, it just never seems to help me. Not going also doesn't help and is significantly cheaper.

Love.

My friend Mel Evans shared this link with me:

Bakerella.

I'm in love.