Yesterday was one of the most awesome days in recent memory.
I turned in a completed and admittedly crappy final paper for my Women Writers English class, marking the end of an epically stressful spring quarter at UW. To celebrate, Drew and I ate at one of my favorite restaurants in Capitol Hill. Afterward, we decided to walk up Pine to grab some ice cream at Molly Moon’s. Somewhere between Bauhaus and Area 51, I completely lost my shit because I saw one of my favorite actors heading my way. My heart started to race and a smile began to appear, and it was all I could do to not run up to this man and give him a hug:
That’s right ladies and germs, Paul Giamatti. Even better, I shared a moment with Paul Giamatti. As I saw him walking towards me, I looked at Drew for reassurance because I couldn’t believe what was happening (in which he said out loud, “Hey, it’s Paul Giamatti.”). I could not hide my embarrassingly enthusiastic smile and looked at him with glee oozing out of my pores. He shot a sincere smile back AT ME. Yes, we shared a smile.
Best. Day. Ever.
Last gasps of my twenties
Five things to do before I turn 30:
1. Go dance my ass off. I like going dancing. I haven’t done this in too long.
2. Get out of my shell.
3. Go buy some fancy underthings, mostly to remind myself that 30 can still be sexy.
4. Rent a car and drive out to the Olympic Peninsula (La Push, perhaps?). Eat some crab and/or salmon. Come home.
5. Catch up on comics. And stop stalking Edgar Wright’s blog.
(p.s. 6 should probably be a reminder to not make 30 a big deal.)