Adventures with Kate, part four

It was Tuesday, August 10, and Kate and I were in St. Augustine, America's oldest city. The guy we were staying with lent us a couple of bikes for the day so we could get around by ourselves. I hadn't ridden a bike in a while, but it was like riding a bike. They were both mountain bikes, and even though I thought I would have a problem with them (I've always preferred single-speed bikes), I didn't really.

Our first stop was the lighthouse, a short ride away. This would be our second visit to a lighthouse; we had visited the Hillsboro Inlet lighthouse in January. I couldn't help but compare the two lighthouses. Most notably, the Hillsboro lighthouse is only open to visitors a few days per year, while the St. Augustine lighthouse is only not open to visitors a few days per year. The former is still owned and operated by the US Coast Guard, while the latter is not.

The St. Augustine lighthouse is also more impressive overall. It's taller, and it has that classic conical lighthouse shape. We spent a while at the top of the lighthouse even though there were a lot of other people there. It was a nice day, and the breeze was strong but refreshing. After going back down, we checked out the adjacent museum and, of course, signed the guestbook.

Kate had wanted to go to the beach, so the next stop on our bicycle journey was Anastasia State Park. At the park, we ate some overpriced hamburgers and then went to the beach. It was a very wide beach with shallow water. After briefly going into the water, we decided to lie in the sun. I had grabbed a couple of towels from for us our host's bathroom (with his permission, of course), and I unraveled mine to find that half of it was labeled "FACE" and the other half was labeled "BUTT." Kate thought it was hilarious.

If there's one thing I hate, it's putting on sunscreen. It's greasy and smelly and makes a mess. So I didn't put on any sunscreen, and neither did Kate. Instead, we just lay. After a while, we were incredibly sunburned, and we decided to go back to our host's to relax. But a short stay turned into a long one, and by the time we went out on our bikes again it was getting dark.

I wanted to take Kate to see the scenic campus of Flagler College, so that's where we went. We spent a lot of time taking photos of the buildings (especially Kate, with her new camera) and then just talking. We were tired, having had a long couple of days. And it was pretty quiet, with only the occasional horse and buggy going by with an annoying tour guide and some family inside.

After a while, I thought we should head back; I didn't want to be out too late. At our host's place, Kate and I had some frozen dinners that we had bought at the grocery store. Not long after, we laid our sore, sunburned selves down to sleep.

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Adventures with Kate, part three

On the morning of Monday, August 9, Andy drove Kate and me to the Greyhound station. Kate and I would be taking a bus to St. Augustine; while we were there, Andy would be going to Albany and staying there for a couple of weeks. Since Kate and Andy wouldn't see each other again, their goodbyes were especially poignant.

Kate was a seasoned Greyhound pro by this time, but I had never ridden with them before. In fact, I would venture to guess that not many people have. Besides that it's inconvenient for a majority of Americans (i.e., the ones who have cars), I think there's a sort of stigma attached to bus travel in this country. I was about to find out whether there was any reason for that.

Our bus pulled up, and we made our way on. The bus seemed decent enough—there was a good amount of leg room—but we changed seats to get away from some people who were talking. (There are no assigned seats, but you can't sit in the very front. I don't even know why they have the seats there if you can't sit in them, but that turned out to be the rule in every Greyhound bus that I rode on. Maybe someone can enlighten me.)

The bus set off for Jacksonville, where we would have a brief layover. I had only made the trip from Gainesville to Jacksonville once, so it wasn't really familiar to me. You pass by Gainesville's cute little airport, and then for most of the trip you're traveling through small towns in the middle (or, to be fair, probably closer to the edge) of nowhere. You also pass by the Florida State Prison.

It was near here that I happened to notice the bus driver talking on his cell phone. We were driving through a small city—I guess it was Starke—but that was no excuse for his behavior. Still, I was feeling more non-confrontational than concerned. I decided to complain to Greyhound later, but even then I forgot. I think Kate did it. The driver talked for about ten minutes, and when he wasn't talking, he was singing. Why don't more people ride Greyhound??

To pass the time and try to ignore the merry bus driver, I continued reading Of Human Bondage, which I was eager to finish by the end of Kate's visit so we could talk about it. Kate was busy taking pictures with the new camera that I had bought for her. It was a Pentax K-x, a DSLR, and I agreed to give it to her as a gift to help offset the cost of her flying all the way here from Russia. She's a photography nut just like me, although she's more serious about it than I am. I don't see myself wanting an SLR anytime soon.

It wasn't long before we reached the Greyhound station in the metropolis of Jacksonville. It was a relatively large building with a number of "gates" that different buses could pull up to. (These were nothing more than a row of numbered doors, each of which corresponded to a bus-sized parking space outside.) We didn't have long to wait, and in the meantime a poster imploring runaways to call a particular hotline for help tickled my fancy. Stigma, stigma, stigma.

Next, we hopped on the bus heading for St. Augustine. We were going to be late meeting with our host. Kate had made sleeping arrangements for us via the CouchSurfing hospitality network, and our host had volunteered to pick us up at the Greyhound station in St. Augustine. When we arrived, he and his roommate were waiting for us in their vehicle. They took us to a restaurant for a late lunch.

The restaurant was located on the water, but the water wasn't the ocean. It was a marshy, tidal sort of thing with crabs and pink birds running around, and there was a marina nearby with lots of boats. The restaurant also had a pen with a couple of baby alligators in it, and Kate and I checked them out after lunch. Then we wandered around and checked out the boats. Our hosts gladly followed us around.

Then, they took us back to their place. They lived close to the historic part of Saint Augustine, near the possibly famous Bridge of Lions. Actually, the bridge seemed to be going extensive renovations, and the lion statues had been placed in storage. So for the moment it was the Bridge of No Lions.

Later, Kate and I started to explore historic downtown St. Augustine. Kate needed a certain filter for her lens, so our first stop was a camera store that our host had looked up for us. The place turned out to be pretty sketchalicious, selling nothing but the incongruous combination of electronics and beauty supplies. There were cameras and makeup everywhere. The guy at the store had the filter she needed, and he wanted an arm and a leg for it, but Kate managed to talk him down to a more reasonable price.

With Kate's camera safe from the harmful rays of the sun, we were free to meander around some more. We made our way to Castillo de San Marcos, the historic fort that was built by the Spanish. We didn't have much time to spend there before it closed, but I was determined to make every minute count. I had only been to the fort once before, and it had been undergoing renovations, so I didn't get to see much of it. This time, we were free to walk around the courtyard and the various rooms that opened up into it. We spent a long time sitting in the old chapel. Soon after, the fort closed, and we had to leave.

From there, we walked down historic St. George St. (Saint George Street, that is), which I find charming, even if it is touristy. As Kate was taking tons of pictures of the oldest wooden schoolhouse in the United States, a disheveled-looking man started giving me unsolicited ideas for cheap dates, one of which involved watching some owls somewhere. I couldn't help but stay and listen since Kate was busy taking photos. Little did I know that by this point she was just snapping unflattering pictures of me torturing myself to listen to this guy.

It was getting dark, and we called for a ride to get picked up. Our host took us to a store where Kate could buy some clothes; she hadn't packed a lot because she had been counting on buying stuff in the US. She didn't find anything she wanted at either of two stores, so our next stop was the grocery store to pick up some food for dinner (and, in our host's case, for future meals).

Back at home—the place felt like home since we had our own room—we prepared dinner. Well, really, the host and Kate did most of the work. Kate cut up the chicken, the host made a sauce and got a salad together, and I was eventually tasked with helping to make some couscous. Our dinner consisted of the sauce on top of the chicken on top of the couscous with the salad on the side. And man, was it good, especially after such a big day. The conversation was good too. It turned out that the host had also been a student at UF a number of years ago, and we had even taken one of the same classes with the same professor.

By this time, it was getting to be late, so we went to bed. We would have another big day in store for us.

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Adventures with Kate, part two

Kate, Andy, and I got off to a slow start on Sunday, August 8. It was already the afternoon when we decided to go tubing. For those of you who don't know, tubing is a popular pastime in the Gainesville area. Basically, you get yourself an inner tube; go to one of the slow, meandering rivers out in the country; and enjoy the ride.

If it sounds pretty dang halcyon (according to Google, no one has ever said that on the Internet), like the way you would imagine the young boys of yesteryear going down for a swim at the watering hole, it's not really like that. People tend to go tubing down the Ichetucknee River at Ichetucknee Springs State Park, which may or may not be pretty crowded. And a whole cottage industry of tube rental companies has sprung up around the park so that you can stop at some little place on the side of the road, get a tube for $5, and, when you're done, leave it at the park for Jimbo 'n' pals to pick up when you're done. Not a bad setup.

The park contains several entrances to the river—on-ramps, if you will—that determine the length of time you'll spend floating downstream (there being a single place for all tubers to get out). By the time we were all ready to go, only the entrance that was furthest downstream was still open, so our journey down the river would only last about an hour.

Aside: Do you know what makes rivers flow? Rivers are formed when water comes out of a hole in the ground—this is the source of the river—and then, thanks to gravity, all this water flows toward lower ground (downstream), like when water flows down the driveway when your dad is washing the car. The ground gets lower and lower till it reaches sea level, and, voila: the water enters the ocean. Fast rivers come from mountains and stuff because they're high up, and slow, meandering rivers are found in flatter places. This is all extremely obvious, but most of it no one ever told me outright, and it only really hit me when I was in maybe high school. Because, you know, I don't often sit around, thinking about rivers and stuff.

The drive to Ichetucknee Springs State Park was longer than I remembered, and we were even concerned about making it to the last river entrance on time. I realized that we'd be driving right by my parents' new house. Kate and I had been planning to spend a few days there, so I decided to call the 'rents and ask if the three of us could have dinner there on the way back from the river. Of course, they said it was fine.

We stopped at a place for some tubes. One of the good ol' boys noted that I was wearing a Beatles shirt and said I looked like I could be one of them Beatles; he added that he just seen one of their movies the other day, great movie, the one where John Lennon has the ring stuck on his finger and the crazy Indian cult is after him tryin' to kill him and all. Great band, they were.

There weren't too many people at the park, and the three of us made our way to the entrance farthest downstream. I was the only one who had actually gone tubing before, so Kate and Andy probably didn't know that getting in was the hardest part. We were standing a metal platform just above water level. The water was moving along pretty quickly, so it wouldn't be too easy to lay down your tube and get yourself in. Andy went first. He slipped on the platform and fell into his tube. Kate got into hers awkwardly. I got into mine like a pro, but the water was really cold, so I wasn't extremely pleased either.

Since the water was moving so swiftly, Andy hung on to a nearby tree branch to wait for me and Kate. After we all got together, he managed to help Kate reposition herself on the tube so that she would be more comfortable. And then we felt free to float along, enjoy the natural scenery, and relax.

In fact, you can't spend too much time relaxing because you have to watch where you're going. The river might not take you around turns so easily, and you can find yourself running into the edge where there are sticks and spider webs and who knows what. It helps a great deal to be able to steer yourself by rowing with your hands, even if it looks silly. So it was out of necessity that Andy and Kate picked up on the art and science of being a human rowboat.

After a while, we reached the end of the river. Well, not really, but we reached the point where we had to get off. The river was roped off and there was another platform off to the side where you had to go and get out. We left our tubes at the designated area and took a tram back to the section of the park where we had started. The trams came every few minutes, but they would be fairly full. Andy had the misfortune of sitting next to a chipper scout leader who was making jokes with everyone around him. Luckily, the ride didn't last very long (although I'm sure for Andy it did).

Andy and Kate wanted to swim in the springs from which the river sprung, so we drove to the upstream part of the park. It was closed to tubing at this point, but the springs—halcyon swimming holes, if you will—would still be open for a while. I had never been to this part of the park, so it was new for me too. There were a few springs. The nearest one was filled with people, and Andy and Kate decided to swim for a minute or two before getting out. I didn't go in because the water was too cold.

But Andy and Kate insisted that I swim, so we decided to go to the spring that was farther away. It was about a ten-minute walk through a wooded path, and only a few other people were there. We went into the water. It was extremely cold, and I swam around frantically, perhaps all the more frantically because I was still wearing my shoes. After a minute or two, I started to get used to it, but I still wanted out. So I got out, and I was afraid that I would be freezing since I didn't have a towel. Surprisingly, I was just fine. I guess it was because there was no wind. It was always windy in South Florida, and I always dreaded getting out of the pool.

We dried off and headed toward my parents' (and I guess also my) new house. I told Andy where to turn, but he missed the turn because he couldn't see the driveway for the trees. Seriously, the entrance is pretty discreet. The mailbox by the side of the road is pretty much the only indication that anyone lives there. But Andy turned around and made his way down the dirt driveway that looks like it could be long but is actually pretty short. And then, standing amid the trees, the new house came into view.

I had only been there once, when my parents were still checking out the place. Now the place already looked like home even though they had just moved in. (The fact that we had most of the same furniture helped quite a bit.) I checked out my room, which had a new bed and was filled with boxes, most of which I didn't have to pack (but I would have if I had had the time, honest). I felt at home pretty quickly. Andy and Kate chatted it up with my parents and grandmother.

Mindful of Andy's vegetarianism, my parents made spaghetti for dinner, and everyone was pleased with how it came out. After dinner, we watched a little football on TV, it being the start of the preseason and all. But it was getting late, and we were all tired, so we decided to go back to the apartment.

But before we did that, we stopped at the Ben & Jerry's on Archer Road to get a little ice cream. Andy had almost finished his ice cream before Kate decided what she wanted, and if you don't know them, then you won't be able to tell who I'm taking a jab at by mentioning that fact. After our dessert, Kate and Andy played a card game; apparently they just have decks of cards lying around for you to hang out and play. After that, we went home. Kate and I had a big day in store for us.

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Yes? What? Yes?

Kate is back home, but I haven't made it to my apartment yet. In the meantime, here's a skit I wrote when I was in the sixth grade. As I recall, my friends and I actually acted it out for a class. According to the script, which is dated March 17, 2001, Brian played the narrator, Mark played Brian, Sean played Yes, Nick played What, and I played You. Abbott and Costello were duly credited.

Narrator: It was a dark, gloomy, bright, sunny day at the McFlooglebooglesnoogle house. Two people named What and Yes walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. Brian McFlooglebooglesnoogle opened the door.
Brian McFlooglebooglesnoogle: Yes?
Yes: What?
What: Yes?
Yes: What?
What: Yes?
Brian: You guys are confusing me. What do you want?
What: Want what?
Brian (to himself): Yes, you're nuts.
Yes: Pardon?
What (to Brian): Don't worry, he's always like this.
Brian: Like what?
What: He's not like me at all! We're two different people.
Brian: Yes, you are.
Yes: I'm what?
(You walks up to the door and listens in.)
What: You're not me, you're you!
You: He isn't me!
(pause)
Brian (to You): Who are you?
You: Yes.
Yes: What?
What: Yes?
Yes: Yes?
What: You are Yes.
You: Once and for all, I'm not Yes! (looks at Yes) I'm You!
Yes: I'm yes, no?
Brian: What?
What: Yes?
Yes: What?
Brian: Will you stop that!
You: Stop what?
What: I'm not doing anything!
(pause)
You: I'm getting confused.
Brian: Who's getting confused?
Yes: Hey, leave Who out of this. He's a nice guy.
Brian: Who's Who?
What: I'm What (points to Yes), this is Yes (points to You), and this is You.
Brian: I'm right here.
Yes: We know. You's over there.
What: Yes he is.
Yes: I know he is!
(pause)
Brian (to Yes): What's your name?
Yes: No, Yes.
Brian: What?
What: Yes?
Yes: What?
What: I don't know!
(pause)
Brian: Okay, okay, let's start over. What did you want to say?
What: Want to say what?
You: You wanted to say yourself?
Yes: I'm baffled. (to What) Are you baffled?
You: I'm You, and my name isn't Baffled!
Brian (to himself): But your name is baffling.
(pause)
What: Where were we?
Yes: I don't know.
You: What about him?
What: Me about him what?
Brian: Stop it!
You: Stop what?
What: But I'm not doing anything!
(pause)
Brian: Alright already! The man's name standing on the left is...?
Yes: What.
Brian: His name.
Yes: What.
Brian: The man's name!
Yes: What.
Brian: The fellow standing next to you!
Yes: What.
Brian: You call him what?
You: Yes, and so does Yes.
Yes: What?
What: Yes?
(pause)
Brian: Now, stop that. Who's there on the right?
You: Which right?
Brian: My right.
You: That would be my left, right?
Brian: Right. What's his name?
What: Yes.
Brian (points to Yes): No, his name is Yes! So what's your name?
What: Yesiree.
You (to Brian): His name is What!
Brian: Apparently, it's Yesiree.
You: No, What!
Brian: I don't follow.
What: He lives down the block.
(pause)
Brian: That fellow in the back, what's his name?
Yes: I told you (points to What), What is over here!
Brian: I don't know.
What: He lives across the street.
(pause)
Brian: What is the name of the person behind you?
Yes: What is over here, and there's no one behind You!
Brian: I know!
You: That's I Don't Know's sister.
(pause)
Brian: So, why did you come here in the first place?
You: To accompany Yes and What.
Brian (to Yes and What): Well then, why are you here?
Yes and What: To accompany You.
Brian: Me?
What (pointing to You): No, him.
Brian: You make up your mind!!
You: About what?
What: Me?
Brian (angrily): GO AWAY!! (Slams door on You, Yes, and What.)
You (yelling to Brian): That's my next-door neighbor!

The End

Florida dreamin': Natasha's view (part 2)

This is the second of two guest posts by my friend Natasha, who visited me from Thunder Bay, Ontario, in June. Read the previous installment to get caught up.

On Wednesday, Jordon invited me to have lunch with two of his good friends, Nick and Mike. I had never been to Hooters prior to my Florida visit, but it was an experience. We had a nice time with Nike and Mike, and went back to the house for more down time. Kristen then invited Jordon and I to go for sushi with a friend of hers. The sushi place was pretty packed, but we managed to find a booth. We enjoyed our dinner and conversations, and headed back to the house. We hung out with a couple of Jordon’s friends till it was time to go back home.

Thursday morning we lounged around for most of the day. One thing I wanted to do was go to Build-A-Bear Workshop and get a memorable animal friend for my nephew, Traden. They didn’t end up having the Gator, so we decided on a baby Florida panther. We dressed it in a UF t-shirt, jorts, converse sneakers, and aviator sunglasses. Even though Traden is very small, he loved it when I gave it to him. After that, Jordon and I decided to get some pictures taken in a photo booth. It was a lot of fun, and the photo’s turned out to be stickers! I wonder where Jordon has decided to stick his. I haven’t stuck mine anywhere yet; I haven’t found a place special enough. When we returned back to the house, we had dinner with Jordon’s family and Kristen’s friend. Jordon and I decided to watch Harry Potter after dinner; soon after the movie was over I fell asleep.

Friday was a day I had been looking forward to since I arrived. It was the day that we were going to Miami! Jordon’s dad dropped us off at the train station, and we boarded the train to Miami. It didn’t take very long to get there. Once we were there we had lunch at a small sandwich shop, and walked around for a while. We went to this outdoor mall which was neat, and I did some shopping for my nephews, Benton and Traden. We then met up with Andy, Kristen, and Kevin. We enjoyed some Starbucks, parted ways with Kevin and Kristen and Andy, Jordon and I headed to the Miami Seaquarium. I had never seen sea life like killer whales, manatees, and sea lions before. It was a worthwhile experience, although I felt like I was dying in the heat. We were getting pretty hungry after seeing all that fish (just joking), so we headed over to an area in Miami called Little Havana. We enjoyed our meals and afterwards met back up with Kristen and Kevin. We went to South Beach and checked out all the amazing scenery and stores. The beach at night time almost took my breath away. The contrast between the shoreline with all the lights, and the ocean at night was surreal. After taking more pictures at the beach, we stopped by Nick’s house and had a nice visit, where we enjoyed playing some fun games. Jordon and Andy took a drive to Taco Bell which was lovely. We then decided it was time to go home in the wee hours of the morning and get some sleep.

Saturday almost killed me. We went to the beach during the day which was the first time during my visit. The sand was so hot; it felt like I was walking on hot coals. I couldn’t understand why someone would want to put themselves through that. We left shortly after and relaxed in the pool at Jordon’s house which was much better than frying alive. Because it was my last night in Florida, I wanted everyone to get dressed up and join Jordon and I for dinner. We went to a Chinese restaurant and enjoyed our dinner’s and everyone’s company. Saying goodbye to everyone I had met that evening was another bittersweet moment. It was starting to settle into my brain that I was leaving the next day.

When I awoke in the morning on Sunday, I was happy to be going home but sad at the same time that I would be leaving behind all the amazing people I had met. The experiences I had in Florida would forever be in my heart, as well as the people. Jordon and I had brunch with his family, and we then had to leave to get me to the airport on time. We took a couple family pictures plus one (me). Saying goodbye to Kristen was awful! We both started to lose our composure and tear up, but I guess that goes to show you how close you can grow to someone in a short amount of time. On the way to the airport, I was worried that I was going to react the same way when saying goodbye to Jordon. When I got out of the car, a feeling of ease washed over me. I knew I would see Jordon again, whether it be in Florida or back in Thunder Bay. Knowing that I would see him soon again comforted me. We gave each other a hug, said goodbye and I walked through those airport doors ready to go home, feeling like I did what I wanted while I was there, and enjoying every moment of it.

I want to thank everyone for making my visit so special; I will never forget any of you. And Jordon? I’ll see you soon.

Florida dreamin': Natasha's view (part 1)

Here's the first of two guest posts by my friend Natasha, who visited me from Thunder Bay, Ontario, in June.

As most of you know, Jordon and I have been friends for a very long time. We initially started talking through his blog. We always spoke of meeting in person, but this summer we decided to make it a reality. This post will show you my perspective of the visit!

I awoke that morning feeling very tired and slightly confused as to why I was waking up so early. It didn’t take long for me to realize it was because I had to catch an international flight to Florida, with a layover in Toronto. I completed my morning routine, checked my suitcase to ensure I had packed everything I needed and headed out the door of my small Thunder Bay apartment with a smile on my face.

My boyfriend Kenny kindly drove me to the airport and we exchanged our bittersweet goodbyes as I headed through airport security. I knew I would miss him a lot but this break from my regular life was well needed. After boarding the plane, I still couldn’t believe I was finally going to meet Jordon and spend time with him for an entire week! I was so excited.

Once I got into Toronto, my aunt was there to pick me up. We had breakfast and spent some time together which was much better than sitting in the airport alone for a few hours. We then headed back to the airport so I could board the plane to Fort Lauderdale.

The golden sand surrounding the coast, and the bright blue water reassured me that I was finally in Florida. As soon as I stepped off the plane I could smell the difference in the air as well as feel the difference in temperature. My friend Marcy told me to expect the air to smell like heaven, and I admit, it smelled pretty darn close. I didn’t know where Jordon would be when I got off the plane but a quick text informed me that he was by the baggage claim. I walked towards the claim, searching for the face I had waited to see. It didn’t take long for me to find him in the crowd of strangers. We both were smiling ear to ear as I proceeded to pick up my enormous suitcase.

The drive to Jordon’s house from Fort Lauderdale wasn’t very long, but I did enjoy the time it gave me to chat a little with Jordon and his mom and check out to the scenery a little bit. I noticed that there were palm trees everywhere! Once we got to the house Jordon showed me where I would be staying and made a quick trip to Walgreens so I could pick up postcards to send to Kenny, a couple of my friends and family. We had dinner with Jordon’s family, and Kristen’s friend Kevin. They decided to play the Beatles Monopoly that I gave Jordon. I could feel the heaviness of my eyes from my day of travels and decided to give them a rest.

The next morning, we decided to go shopping in Boca Raton which was amazing! I brought a lot of clothes with me, but wasn’t really sure what to expect. I ended up buying a couple dresses and lighter clothes than what I had brought. We spent most of the day shopping, and after a few hours I knew Jordon wanted to go home. Shopping with girls can’t be that enjoyable, although he insisted that he was having fun. When returning back to the house we had dinner. Jordon’s mom and dad made some amazing meals while I was there. Jordon, Kristen, Kristen’s friend Nathalie and I then went to the beach and enjoyed some night swimming, and wandering around the pier. We left shortly after, and headed to Mizner Park for some frozen yogurt. Not only did we enjoy frozen yogurt, but we also had a lot of fun taking lots of pictures. That was one thing Jordon made sure of. I definitely did not want to forget a single moment on my visit.

When I woke up the next morning (Tuesday), I was pretty tired from all the fun shenanigans we had the prior night. Later in the afternoon we went to Taco Bell with Jordon’s friend Andy and Kristen. I had never had Taco Bell before and I fully enjoyed it. It wouldn’t be the first time I had Taco Bell during my visit. Muah ha ha. We decided to go to IKEA, which was insane! I loved seeing all the diverse furniture and household accessories, we ended up taking a ton of pictures that I absolutely adore. We then went to Las Olas which was beautiful. We had a lot of fun playing with this really rad fountain that you were able to control with motion sensors. Laughs were had and more photos were taken. We ended up going to the Cheesecake Factory for dinner; I think I almost died from amazing food overload. We walked around Las Olas after dinner, took more pictures and then decided to call it a night.

Because once just isn't enough

Big things are happening. My parents moved today; I no longer have a residence in Deerfield Beach, the city I've lived in my whole life. (Well, I haven't really lived there for a while since I'm in college, but now it's official.) They'll be moving in to our new house on Monday (I think) and in the meantime are staying with my grandparents.

But here in this little college apartment I've come to call home, big things are happening too. Although I'm buried under a pile of homework and work and housework (or at least the threat of impending housework), I'd like to stick my head in briefly to say: Kate is coming back.

I met her last summer when I was in Europe, and in January, she paid me a visit that I detailed in 5 posts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

She'll be leaving Russia this weekend and will spend a week meandering from Miami to Gainesville. Then she'll be meeting up with me, and we'll spend a few days in St. Augustine and Jacksonville. Then we'll be back in the Gainesville area, where we'll visit my parents at the new house. After that, we hope to make it down to Key West for a few days, and then Kate will have to be in Miami to catch her flight home.

It's incredibly kind of her to travel halfway around the world twice in less than a year to visit me, and I'll make sure she enjoys her visit.

In the meantime, I have all this work to catch up on.

Just one link today: An interactive chart showing The Evolution of Privacy on Facebook.

Get carded

As you may know, my parents have sold our house, and last weekend, I went there for the last time. When I wasn't attending the Red Bull Flugtag, I was in my room, going through all my things and deciding whether to pack them, sell them, or throw them out. One of the things I came across was a brochure called "Legal Guide for New Adults," produced by the state bar association. It consisted mainly of questions and answers such as (paraphrased):

Q: Why is the drinking age 21 and not 18?

A: The Florida Legislature has the power to set the drinking age, and that's what they've decided is appropriate.

In other words, the classic because-we-said-so argument with which we are all familiar. (For the real answer, read about the National Minimum Drinking Age Act of 1984. The history of alcohol purchase age limits by state is also interesting.)

Anyway, Tuesday was my 21st birthday. After I wrote my birthday blog post, I continued studying until the exam (except for a brief study break at Taco Bell). I was gradually joined with other people in my class, and we all sort of ended up commiserating. That's always fun. The exam itself was pretty challenging, but I don't think it was harder than the last one, which I got a pretty good grade on, all things considered.

By the time I was done with my exam, it was already 9:30. Andy picked me up, and we went to Gainesville Ale House on Archer Road. Andrea met us there. I picked the place because it was one of the only restaurants in town I'd ever been to that was open after 11 PM (the others being the Original Pizza Palace and Chili's). Plus, there would be a wide variety of alcoholic drinks to choose from if I so desired.

I so desired. I needed to unwind after that exam. After much deliberation, I decided to get a whiskey and soda (Jack and Pepsi, to be exact). I almost thought the waitress wasn't going to card me, but she did. To eat, of course, I got a burger. Since this establishment was half-bar, they had a trivia contest going on, with the questions and answers being announced over the speakers. The three of us put our heads together and got most of the questions right, although we didn't actually participate.

Andrea had the audacity to ask the waitress whether I would get a free desert. She said I could get a free slice of ice cream cake and brought one out. The three of us enjoyed it together. Andy covered my part of the check since he owed me money (it's a good thing he remembered because I didn't). Then, Andy and I went back to our apartment, where Andy had decorated the living room with balloons and other birthday decorations as a surprise. We threw the balloons around for a little while. After midnight had passed, I started working on homework.

I report my music listening habits to last.fm because I enjoy seeing the statistics. Here are some more statistics for last.fm users: The Obscurometer tells you how obscure your musical tastes are compared to others'. Apparently, my obscurity level is 30.1%, and my musical tastes are more obscure than 27.9% of all users.

This article does a great job of explaining how The RIAA and MPAA Have Failed to Understand a Cultural Shift. Everyone who doesn't understand why the RIAA and MPAA's tactics are wrong should read it.

Birthday

Yesterday was my friend Andrea's 21st birthday. She had a little get-together at her apartment with her parents, her boyfriend, a couple of other friends, and me. One of the gifts she opened was a diary her grandmother had been keeping since she was born. She read from it for about an hour. I thought it was interesting to listen to since I haven't known her for very much of her life. After that, we went to a Cajun-type restaurant downtown, where Andrea ordered her first drink. We returned to her apartment for cake and ice cream (but of course!) and then went our separate ways.

And today it's my 21st birthday. I went to work in the morning, and now I'm taking a quick break from studying for the Operating Systems exam I have tonight. Yes, when I decided to take summer classes, I expected that I would have class on my birthday, but the reality was far worse. After the exam, I'm going out to dinner with a couple of friends. And after that, I have to do Operating Systems homework, which I'll probably have to pull an all-nighter to finish. Yay...

(I know, I know, I have to update my age on the sidebar and the bio and everything. It's not like I forgot, but I'm really, really, really, really, really, really, really busy.)

This link goes out to all my friends who misspell "a lot": The Alot Is Better Than You at Everything.

Falling with style

It's been a while since my friends decided to participate as Team Kiss in the Red Bull Flugtag in Miami. The big day was Saturday, and I went down there just to see them. (Well, mostly.)

I took the train to Bayfront Park and got there a little late but before Team Kiss went on. During this time (I found out later), they and some of the other groups were posing for photos with audience members. My friend Nick (a.k.a. Gene Simmons) said that they were probably the most photographed team, a fact that didn't escape the notice of the other teams: "You guys know they're not really Kiss, right?"

After a series of silly dances, impressive flights, and epic fails, Team Kiss with their giant flying bass guitar had their moment in the spotlight. After a brief introduction in which the guys pretend to chug some Red Bulls and then pretend to rock out on fake guitars, they pushed their craft over the edge with one of them staying on as the pilot. He actually got pretty good distance. The rest of the guys jumped into the water for good measure.

After a few more teams' flights and a finale that involved a flyover by a Coast Guard helicopter, the crowd thinned, and I found not only Team Kiss but also the rest of their posse. We stuck around for the awards ceremony (they didn't win), and then followed the team up to their room in the swanky InterContinental Hotel, just footsteps away from where the Flugtag was.

In their room, we congratulated them on a job well done and then left them to rest. They deserved it.

I was busy recording a video, so I didn't get to take pictures of their actual flight, but I've found some on Flickr: 1, 2, 3. Check 'em out.

Via Andy: Some guy gets really, really inappropriately excited about a double rainbow.