Randomness

I missed swing again last night because I fell asleep in the bathtub with the rats. I awoke to panic -- there were two furry lumps huddled next to my feet, but where was the third? After depositing Bya and Ren back in the cage, I went around in what is now routine inspection, checking cables and cords and every nook and cranny I could think of.

Ru finally poked his little head out. I think he had been sleeping under my yarn stash, as he emerged from that corner of the closet. I am beginning to suspect that the Yarn Harlot is right about wool fumes, although I doubt she knew that they had effects on certain rats as well!

Thankfully, no yarn seemed to be harmed by this excursion.

Also, I am going to be in NYC for July 4! Whoo! Knitters and/or dancers of NY: where should I go? What yarn stores should I visit? What good lindy hop clubs are there?

Also also, I found some very old diary entries from my trip to Florence and Rome back in 2004. Would anyone be interested in reading them if I typed them up?

London, UK - Sept. 9, 2004

And now, due to popular demand (ok, two people), notes from Italy 2004!

Note: This is an entry I am typing up from notes I just found, with a few edits. Aka, I am sadly not in Italy now. Anything in brackets are comments from now.


Gah. That was quite possibly one of the most irritating traveling experiences I've had in a while, and I travel a good deal. [Clearly this was written before Murphy struck full force last year.] Well, at least I used to. I had a problem with getting the ticket because I thought it had already been paid for, seeing as how I had a giant charge on my card. But no.

Of course, it probably didn't hep that my mom somehow ended up making eight reservations or so. I used up all my cash at the foreign exchange, which was probably a good idea anyway, seeing as how the ATMs in the UK wouldn't let me get cash.

Grr. The plane ride itself was pretty nasty, even though it was shorter than the plane back home. I had been sort of startled at the check-in counter by seeing a very large group of people, all very lean and muscular. Usually there are lots of different body types at airports, so I was a little interested. Turned out to be the SF ballet company, pretty cool!

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Florence, Italy - Sept. 10, 2004

Note: This is an entry I am typing up from notes I just found, with a few edits. Aka, I am sadly not in Italy now. Anything in brackets are comments from now.


Gatwick feels like the busiest airport in the world. I'm sure it's not, but there were masses of people all stumbling into each other everywhere. I also spent way too much money trying to buy a charger for my iPod. Stupid me -- the boy asked if I brought it, and I said, "Yup, it's in my suitcase."

Turns out I put in the cable but forgot the adapter! Luckily, they sold some media kit at Gatwick that has an adapter. Yes, I am insane. No, you don't want to know how much it cost.

I sort of miss London now, even though I was only there for a day. I love the little packaged sandwiches everywhere -- reminds me of Taiwan's 7 Eleven. Also, it was nice being somewhere where everyone spoke English.

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