This weekend my family road tripped it up to Boulder Creek to spread my grandparents' ashes around their summer cabin. It wasn't as depressing as it sounds. We also visited the family crypt. That's right. I said crypt.
I lay in the meadow of spring flowers (aka: the graveyard) with my legs twisted so they look broken and waited impatiently for Edward to show up. He didn't.
On Sunday, I took the BART to SF and met some wickedly cool strangers. Helen Yamamoto is a student of astrophysics at Cal who knows about everything. She's got a sweet summer internship at the Smithsonian and taught me all about pigeon trapping.

On my way back, I met a musician who used to live in the woods...not sure what that means...according to Kat's Myspace music profile, he plays Transdimensional Balkan Hillbilly Jive though he also plays Korean, Turkish, and Persian music. I could have talked to him all night. He has re-inspired my desire to attend a bluegrass festival this year.
Thanks to Jeff and Caitlin for showing me around in the pouring rain!
2 comments:
Dude, sounds like your weekend was AWESOME> Your family has their own crypt?! Im amazed, and a bit jealous. Also, when I saw that "graveyard" pic I thought "ohh teh Meadow!!!!1" great minds...
As for drastically altering your appearance... I don't want you to. Just hire a tough looking Italian guy to roam around with you all day.
Hahahaha I TOTALLY understand your whole situation with your aunt. I'm going to Europe in the summer and I haven't told my parents that I'll be couch surfing but my friends know and some of them have given me that exact same talk. I'm pretty sure couch surfing is pretty safe, though.
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