Sunday, March 31, 2002

I just returned home from North Carolina for my cousin Mike's wedding. The wedding was really cool. He and his wife both are really into the theater, it's their life. So the wedding was in a theater. They got married on stage. My cousin made his wife's dress, which was absolutely gorgeous, and she made his vest. They had printed the invitations. The reception was in a room in the theater. There were hors d'ouvres and a buffet. A piano player and a saxaphonist played music. The cake was a small round cake on the top tier of the tray, and on the other tiers and on the table were cupcakes, and they were carrot cake! It was a very unique wedding. It really fit their personalities, so it was really cool. They are so creative. I can't imagine ever ever being able to come up with the stuff they did. The put so much work into all of it.

I had to fly on a small jet. I didn't know American Eagle had jets, I thought they only had prop planes. But it was this small jet that only had 3 seats across the whole row. Both on the way there and on the way back we had to fly through some clouds as there was rain. The rides got so bumpy in the clouds. I was really scared. I become a worse and worse flier every time I fly. No one else seemed like they were upset, but I was in a panic. I thought I was going to die. But I landed okay. I wonder if the bumps wouldn't have been as bad if we would have been on a bigger plane. Maybe, but I'm not sure. Oh well. I would have felt more secure in a bigger plane.

Monday, March 18, 2002

I could just scream

I live near a university. I have to try to find street parking every time I park my car. Usually this isn't a problem. Usually I find parking no more than a block or 2 away, except when there's some event going on at the university. Saturday was one of those days. I came home from driving my boyfriend to work. As I was passing the main entrance to the university I saw a lot of people walking around, indicating that something was going on that day. I started looking for a place to park. There were no spots within about 3 blocks, and there were several other cars looking for spots. Usually at 9 am on a Saturday no one is around. I had to park about 5 blocks away. What makes me angry is that there is a parking garage at the university that is very reasonably priced, and often for special events it is cheaper or free. But instead of parking there, and probably getting a closer spot, these visitors decide to park on the street. Those of us who actually live year-round on the street then have to fend for ourselves while all of our parking spots are taken. I don't get it. These are probably the same people who go shop on the Mag Mile and pay something like $16 to park their cars, but they can't pay a couple of bucks to park in a garage in a neighborhood where parking can be scarce to begin with. Ugh!!!