Back Down

There was a Tea and a Candle Light Performance. Over 200 people when to the Candle Light Performance. The rehearsals for it light up my day, and gave me something to look forward to. It was the telling of the story of Fanny Hooe (my favorite part of the job) by all of us. I had such a fantastic rush of energy after the performance. The tea was as well attended as expected, but our guests loved it, and I had a ball talking for over an hour and a half.

After these events were over everything seemed odd and strangely fast. There were nights in Calumet, long lunch breaks, many nights at the restaurant, and quite a few drinks. I went to mass with J and swam across Fanny Hooe (two big accomplishments). I skipped stones, and tried to enjoy my friends and our little harbor as much as I could before leaving it for God knows how long. I then jumped straight into a two day Cermak twin over load as the Major was in town. Now I'm alone in my parents condo. I miss the other three more than I thought I would, but I also am enjoying some alone time. New York, don't worry, I'm coming.

The Last of Da Harbor

Yesterday was an amazing day. I slept in until 9:45, and then jumped on E to wake her up and headed to The Pines where we split a cinnamon roll and an omelet. Ahh, the best of both worlds! We then went for a hike around Horse Shoe Harbor. It was beautiful and tons of fun climbing on the rocks! From there we went to the Delaware Mine. I have mixed feelings about this attraction. It was amazing to have such freedom to explore a historic mine, but I'm glad I didn't force my parents to go to this one. The 100 stairs and the lack of tour guides would've bothered them. We then went swimming at the Great Sand Bay where there were white caps on the waves while we floated along on our rafts. We brought parasols and didn't miss a chance for a photo opp. We then convinced George to eat wings with us (it didn't take much) and hiked Stairway to Heaven with him. We were so hot then that we required ice cream and a dip in Fanny Hooe. Then, we were cold so we had a sauna. The light was out so we did it by flash light. The night ended with some euchre instruction followed by some jr high dance flash backs. Fun was had by all. It's hard to believe I only have 11 more days!

UP and DOWN

I'm back in da Harbor after going down state for a few days.  It was an interesting, dramatic, calming, chaotic, familiar, and nomadic trip.  I woke up next to several interesting beings (one of them being my parent's beagle, Lucy).  I faced the facts in Ypsi after eating pineapple and black olives on pizza, and napping with Harry Potter.  There were breaking moments, but I was still happy to be there under any circumstance.  I got drunk and went to Nectos and got more drunk, and learned a gay friend is a friend indeed, when you're in need.  I had a power networking session thanks to the Wifi in Cass Cafe, and met Ms. Mary at the DIA.  I saw Jackie do Shakespeare and lunched with a Shafer.  I surprised my mother and father, and was all business with Shawna, but the pizza, just won't leave my mind.  I'm still slightly crazy.  I've heard the broken hearted make the best New York actors.

Over Half Full

A lot has happened since I've tapped into blog land.  My parents came up for a visit, and I wowed them with Copper Harbor's charms.  They enjoyed chicken wing night, went on the sunset cruise to the light house, and got hear charming stories about my roommate's deer camp.  While they were surprised by the wide use of outhouses.  I think they enjoyed themselves very much, and they certainly fed me well.  Although, they were alarmed that the ice cream stand owners know my name.

I'm in the swing of working at the restaurant in town.  The extra money is nice, but it is challenging to work with Uppers.  Sometimes I don't understand what they are saying.  For example, did you know that to 'Muck' something means to eat it?

We had the future historians at the fort today, so the day passed by extra quickly.  I had many more people to gossip with and play fox and geese with.  I have been unsure of my future as of late.  It's down to the age old question: Detroit or New York?  Whatever I chose I know I'll make it work, as I always do.

One Wild Ride

Today is my first day off in a while.  I love my job a great deal, but I'm happy for the rest.  Yesterday I had several 10-17 year old following me around at work, in costume.  They are part of a program called "Future Historians" and are very enjoyable.  Some are enthusiastic and others seem to have been dumped here by their parents.  It does seem odd to send a bunch of minors to observe me and my ways, but I'm sure stranger things have happened.

I have hiked the stairway to heaven twice since I last blogged, once alone and once with E.  I think I shall attempt it again today, but this time I will be armed with a camera.  Yes Mom (if you're reading) I am taking lots of pictures, and I will never forget this wonderful experience.  

I have also gotten an extra job since last week.  I'm a prep cook at a resturant in town.  Sadly, I don't think I'm really needed all that much.  I constantly feel as if I'm just getting in the cook's way, but if they want to pay me $8 and hr for standing around I'm all for it.  After all, it's better than spending $8, as Jeremy says.

I have also become addicted to Skype.  Yes, yes, it's true, I've discovered that I can actually see Mr. D's face, and I've never turned back.  I'm still not sure what the future will hold, but I do know it will be one wild ride.

Which Way's the Right One?

I had a lovely night of wings where I met L and was very happy to see she was everything I dreamt of and more.  I certain approve of G's taste.  After the wings and some hanging out time J and I headed home with my car full of groceries from a Walmart shopping trip (I know I shop at the devil's store, but I'm a poor artist).  We were in deep conversation about our boyfriends (our favorite topic) when we saw the bridge that connects Hancock and Houghten.  It took us several minutes to realize that we had been going the wrong way for a half hour.  When we finally turned around J insisted on called G who claimed he loved us even though we are flighty.

I blame Mr. D for all of this.  If I weren't so taken with him and if he didn't consume most of my thoughts I might have taken 41 in the correct direction, but I must say J and I did have a wonderful conversation.  I don't know what direction I'm going these days.  I'm not sure if I'm New York or Detroit bound, but I do know I must do what I love, and I must be with those I love.  I don't think they are mutually exclusive, but then I'm a flighty girl.