And I said what about Breakfast at Tiffany's ...
Thursday night I watched Breakfast at Tiffany's for the first time. Now I rather desperately want a couch made out of a bath tub for my Manahattan apartment. If only (a) I had an old claw-foot bath tub just lying about and (b) I knew how to saw said bath tub in half.

Random thoughts from my trip back to Belvidere
- I rented Real Women Have Curves while I was in Poughkeepsie. I recommend it (the movie, not being in Poughkeepsie).
- I hate that Pennsylvania reminds me of someone I despise. Do you know how long it takes to drive across that state?
- Upon my arrival in Belvidere, my father refused to let me in the house because I was wearing a Yankees T-shirt. He called me a traitor. Hey, can't I like the Yankees and the White Sox?
- Spending seven hours at the local senior high-rise can really tucker a girl out.
- Apparently my 90-year-old great aunt is quite the dancer. It's all the ladies at her birthday party could talk about.
- Miniature golf and Baker's Square are good for the soul.