Juice Solves Missing Tomato Mystery

Mike and Jason gave me some fresh tomatoes from the garden a couple of days ago. I ate most of them at school, but I had two left to bring home, so I put them in the passenger seat. When Greta got in the car, she put the tomatoes in the backseat, and when we returned home, one of them had disappeared, not to be found. For those of you who are familiar with my car-cleaning habits, this is understandable, of course. But I was starting to panic. See, a few years back, in the summer, Shad purchased a block of queso fresco and it got lost in the car. The smell, after a few days, was unbelievably foul. It took a long time for me to figure out what the problem was. So anyway, I was worried about the tomato. But I rummaged around under the seats today and found it. I'll wash it off and eat it for dinner.

This is my very favorite time of year. This is the time of year I met Shad, and I always get a bit nostalgic about it. We used to work together, and after work, we would go on long, long walks, sometimes lasting all night. There is something magical about night air anyway, but especially in the fall. Friday night, I was heading to the bar to meet up with Summ, and I decided to take the extra time to walk there. I was so in love with the air and the earth and everything. For the first time in years, I wanted to move out of the city if only because I would be able to walk and walk and walk alone at night without fear of getting raped.

Greta and I were out late Friday night (I got home at 3, I suppose, and she got home at 7), and awoke at 1:10. Our cousin's wedding was at 2:00 in Chanhassen, approx 1/2 hour drive. Unbelievably, we managed to leave the house within 10 minutes and arrived 10 minutes early. I have never taken such a fast shower in my life, rolled down the window to dry my hair, the whole deal. Very, very classy. Somehow we managed to not look like total slobs. (In fact, isn't my Greta beautiful? She looks like a Hollywood actress from the 1940s.)



So after the ceremony, we found a Starbucks. But HOLY SHIT, prepare for the apocalypse! NO MOCHA SYRUP! A NATIONAL EMERGENCY!



The reception was classy and fun, at the Embassy Suites. All of my crazy cousins were there. My cousin Joe--who is one of the shyest people I know--gave the most hilarious best man speech. I was proud. I wish I had recorded it.



I spent the night in my parents' room @ the hotel so I could snuggle w/my sweet little sister Mary. Today a handful of us (Summ and others from my Amnesty Intl group) joined the Minnesota Advocates team at the Walk for Justice at Boom Island. It was a great time--live music, lots of causes to get riled up about... I came home with pockets filled with literature on all of the protests I can join next week...





So, now I'm at home. Car is all up in my shit as usual, making it difficult to type. I opened a bottle of Pinot Noir and slurped down some delicious leftover Hungarian Mushroom Soup. It's going to be a difficult week and I have a bunch of homework to do, so I'm going to water my flowers and then get started on it all. What a bummer that it's about 10 degrees too chilly to sit on my patio. Perhaps I'll bundle up and try it anyway.