day three hundred sixty.

and so ends the year 2010, and with it, the blog edition of dance friday.
i'm saving my best of post for next week, as this site considers my birthday to be the beginning and the end of everything (on the internet).

a happy new year to you all.

day three hundred fifty-nine(-ish).

an early birthday night out at the rather grand powell hall.

 

chaplin was a dream.

day three hundred fifty-eight(-ish).

 early morning frostiness on the car

colored windows at the stl amtrak station

i finished reading the graphic memoir stitches, by david small, while i was on the train.
the 300 some pages left me wanting more, but in the good way.

my seatmate was a girl about my age.
she read decision points.
to each her own.

day three hundred fifty-seven.

i got a new driver's license today.

it has holograms and expires on my 30th birthday.

holidays, you've done pretty well for yourself.

heading out before the sun rises tomorrow morning.

but i like trains and watching crowds of people and hearing them talk about serious topics in public, and sometimes saying them to me, because a stranger will tell you all sorts of things when your elbows are nearly touching for 5 hours at 100 mph.

day three hundred fifty-six.

last night was cousin game night.
we played a 13 person version of the game of "things..."
in this game, one is given a question (like, "things you could get sent to the principal's office for," or "things you never remember," and so on) and writes their response anonymously on a slip of paper. the object is to match the responses with the correct person.
i played this for the first time on my birthday this year (or, as we call it here, day one.)

feel free to guess the questions associated with these:

 cousin erik thanks you for your time

day three hundred fifty-five.

christmas day in the suburbs

my sister katie got some glassware that came with chalk to write one's name on the side.

the same idea as those scratch off solo cups.

a few had been toyed with at the store.

"it says balls on your face."

 tomatoey.

 i let cousin patrick label my cup.

we did an ornament exchange with all the relatives.

this is my new friend.

food coma.