Lap dander

Tomorrow is Friday! That means a fresh episode of Mel and Floyd. I could definitely catch up with the last few episodes I've missed, but I think I will really enjoy killing an entire afternoon relaxing and listening to that show. Is it weird to call it a show when there is nothing to watch?

I had the Gaga-girl's birthday party tonight. Before the party, I offered to do her hair and she wanted it curled. It was kind of gross but it made her really happy and she looked nice. When I was finished, I looked down at my thighs and they were speckled with her dander. Did I just gross you out? Because I definitely was.

The party was a pretty typical birthday party, except that they ate the birthday cake immediately when the party started. Then there were hors d'oeuvres (man, SO close with the spelling on that one - just had the e and u mixed up) that were cute enough to take a picture, but I didn't. Then cupcakes. Then some toasted baguettes with mushrooms and peppers and onions and some other stuff. Then tea. Then jelly in a cup, aka jello.

The cake was worth a picture. I'll show you later. It was fondant-covered and had an edible photo that the birthday girl created. It was Gaga's face from the Telephone video, and then her own head wearing the same telephone hat. The cake was white layers with cream in between. And the cream was fluffy but also had coconut inside, and chunks of blue jello. It was...interesting for me. I've noticed a trend of putting jello in with odd things. Before the cake was cut and served, she kept putting her hands all over it and touching the picture on top. When she leaned over to blow out her candles, her long hair was resting atop the cake, covering the surface. THEN, the cupcakes. They were heart-shaped and had blue cherries resting on top. Randomly during the meal she would reach over and fondle them. She might press a cherry into the cake or turn one around in its place several times. What?!? Really?!? Why??? And the loud chewing...mouth open...teeth... I was severely sickened by the combination of all these things. I kept close watch on which items had been fondled and made sure to steer myself away.

Is it wrong for me to chastise others for doing something in a manner different from my own? Or is it the nature of our being? Perhaps only my being? It would probably be best for you to leave that question unanswered. I wouldn't want to create a wormhole or anything here. Because if you answered it, you may be criticizing me for criticizing others. It's like having a discussion about colors and realizing that what I consider to be blue may not be the same blue that you see. Amiright?

I'm a little delirious because of this throbbing in my face area and also ears. And my poor body is sleep deprived. The castle tour yesterday did not help that situation and it was cold and wet, and my feet were damp for a good several hours.

Ah! I forgot to tell you the best part about the castle. Maybe not the best part, but definitely worth noting here. We had to wear these awesome boot things over our shoes during the tour. There were two sizes available - child and giant. They were awful looking and awfully slippery. It was rather difficult to maneuver around the uneven floors and especially stairs while wearing these things. Stairs were a weird shape from that era. They force you to take awkwardly sized steps and move your legs in an unnatural manner. So instead of actually walking, we skied everywhere. It was fun to do the run-and-slide move that we did when we were kids on the hardwood floor right after it had been oiled. You had to have the right socks though. But by the end of the day my back was aching from all the standing, walking, and makeshift skiing. It felt good to sit down and have some lumbar support on the long train home.

Okay, pals. It's late here. I'm overtired and am thinking that this post is disorganized and might be a little silly. I'm not proofreading it either. I have to get up and pack for Warsaw in the morning and then take a train from Tarnow. I'll be there until Sunday afternoon. Ugh...then when I return I have to plan a lesson. Boo!

I miss you all! A little over two weeks from now I'll be back on American ground. God bless. Wait...what?

PEM