Awesome July: Part 1

At least, the first half of my July.

James turned 30 on the 5th. This is the story of the celebration. 

Right after my shift on the 4th, I asked around for a great 24-hour restaurant. PJ enthusiastically pointed me to Borough at The Podium, and armed me with with a number of her own recommendations.

I remember walking up to the outside entrance to Borough in my rough-and-tumble denim skirt, pink everyday flip-flops, and an unremarkable tee. "Okay, this is your first time at one of the higher-end restaurants in the metro. Be cool. How difficult can it be?" 

Hello huge, elbow--and-shoulder-rubbing, beer-bottle-wielding crowd singing in unison to Axl Rose and Bon Jovi songs. It was a 4th of July party, and everyone was in a merry and huggy disposition. Ehehe. 

Why I Love Miss Bennett (or Why My Heart is About To Be Blown To Smithereens From all These Feelings)

[In the ever-so-slighty-off-a-million-in-one chance Miss Bennett sees this, I do humbly and sincerely apologize in advance. The happiness made me do it.]

This week. Has been wonderful.

So much love has happened on my Tumblr, and now I want to share the love here, too.

So, you folks know of my love for Steam Powered Giraffe, yes? Well, a bleary and troubled mid-week somehow led me to Rabbit's Tumblr, and...

The name is Bunny Bennett, esteemed sirs and madams. 

I cannot begin to tell you how my heart feels right now. Her responses to people's questions and her stands on certain issues made me feel valid, brave, a bit wiser, and a bit more courageous. 

I cannot begin to tell you how my heart feels right now. Perhaps I can, because I dared to write about it.

And that's how I fangirl -- I go all Cyrano de Bergerac inside, in a non-romantic way.

I slept immensely well that night, no nightmares. I felt thankful and very, very lucky to have reaped some wisdom from her, and then, you know what happened?


My heart. Oh dear Miss Bunny, you are going to send me to the hospital for this.

Which is perhaps all well and good. I would trade this weak, bloody pulp of a heart for one made of steel and gears and springs, if only to be a little bit more like her.

This is how I get high.

Palengke Shots.

Photo-editing courtesy of PicMonkey

I fully intend to keep this album growing. 
Oh, and wear your headsets. 

Please, don't ever, ever forget:

Dear Lady Eiffel

Callooh Callay!

Step right up for another ride 'round the carousel!

See? Even Sherlock knows to not lift his pinkie. 

 All the love, and all the awards. Have tissues handy. 

 Their grand-kid is going to be such a lucky, lucky duck! 

Yes! James and I had fun over this,
and half the time I was going "oh my god, so true!"

 If there's anything good for you that you're going to do today,
please do watch this.