Happy Birthday, Mom!

Yesterday was a bit hectic. I was at the practicum from 1:00 until 5:00, working independently on various projects, as the woman who supervises me was stuck in meetings all day.

After work, I stayed on campus -- the reservation at the Renaissance Center was for 7:00, and it takes about an hour to get home through rush hour traffic and road construction. I bought one of the books for my class, and then returned to the graduate library, only to remember that it closes at 6:00 on Fridays. I then headed over to the Undergraduate Library, which is open until 9:00 on Fridays, and I worked on my diary entries for the practicum. At one point, a young guy came up to me at the computer, to ask if I could check his e-mail for him, because he needed to know who sent him a letter from a criminal justice program. I had no idea why he was asking me, and sort of made an idiot of myself trying to respond. My concern was that it was some plot to hack into my account -- I do believe that I have been watching way too much Alias -- although, in retrospect, it may have been he was hitting on me. Although I didn't get any vibe from him, keeping in mind my gaydar is virtually non-existent, and consists of basically identifying all the stereotypical behaviors that we aren't supposed to associate with gay people. Thing is, I like Lesley Gore, musicals, art films, Jane Austen, disco, and Ronald Firbank, so I figure the stereotypes are at least a clue.

Actually, he probably wasn't gay. I think the Alias scenario would have been more likely.

So I went out to eat with my folks. The restaurant is on, like, the 78th floor, which makes it second-highest restaurant, in terms of stories off the ground, in the United States. The restaurant has just re-opened, and no longer revolves. Because of the height, we were able to watch the sunset -- a rare opportunity in suburban Detroit. We watched the boats on the river, and as Detroit and Windsor lit up. From that high, it actually looks like a real metropolitan area. Pricy, too: for the three of us, it cost a couple hundred dollars. I had San Marzano tomato bisque, day boat tuna nicoise, a cucumber martini, and sweet potato pie with maple syrup ice cream. It was pretty good. Damn good, actually, and well worth the money -- as long as I wasn't the one footing the bill. If it were, we would have had 7:00 reservations at Senate Coney Island.

Tonight I went over Michelle's and watched MST3K episodes most of the afternoon, including Eegah! and "Manos": The Hands of Fate. I hurt from laughing so much.

Song: Herman's Hermits, "White Wedding". Seriously.