I love glitter nailpolish. All shades, the more glittery the better. Right now my toes and fingers are painted a light shade of glittery blue. Eek.
Ok, so I've been thinking about what to write here for a couple of days now...I've even written a draft. But the real subject I've been trying to get to in some roundabout way, is my trip down to San Antonio last weekend (Easter weekend). Me and Aaron drove down there on Friday, stopping in some town on the way to eat at Whataburger, where we both had our first taste of soda in 40 days. yum.
After we finally found our way off the highway and onto the narrow dirty streets of some San Antonio ghetto, we somehow found our way downtown without too much trouble. We parked on the corner of St. Mary's and Nueva for five dollars, which turned out to be a few blocks from the Alamo, and more importantly, Ripley's Believe It Or Not, which was the real reason we were there. (The parking in downtown was like, 5 dollars for 30 minutes, bc San Antonians are not used to walking their asses up two blocks...) It was a cool feeling though, because it seemed like we walked from the ghetto, where we were a little afraid of our things getting jacked, and into a really nice, festival-like atmosphere (with the help of a bus route map.)
Downtown was really colorful and crowded, probably because it was Easter weekend... We ended up going to Madame Tousseau's House of Wax, and Ripley's Believe It Or Not for the low price of $20 a person. The house of wax was pretty run of the mill until we got to the haunted house portion of it--I refused to go in until some people went in before us, and I made Aaron follow close behind them, because I felt safer in a crowd... The group of people we followed were Hispanic (and probably Mexican, I forgot to mention before that when we stopped at Whataburger, it was near an outlet mall, and there was an inordinate amount of cars in the outlet mall parking lot with Mexico license plates. It was actually sort of freaky how many there were.) Anyways, so there was this display in the haunted house thing of the Chupacabra, and although the people in front of us acted scared at everything else, at this display, they pointed and laughed at the white man's implementation of the Chupacabra.
At Ripley's, we saw a shrunken head, etc. It was really cool, probably the closest thing I can get to a freak show nowadays...which I know is not politically correct, but really, all I want to see are some freaks of nature. Is that too much to ask??
After this, we walked the Riverwalk, which was really beautiful, surrounded on both sides by high stone walls and fancy restaurants. We also went to the mall for a few minutes (where I looked for that store where all the boys on the orchestra trip bought illegal butterfly knives, Elissa, but it wasn't there anymore).
Then we couldn't decide what to eat for dinner, and went into a Pizza Hut so Aaron could try the new dipping pizza but they didn't have it so we left, and ended up going to a McDonald's around the corner which I had noticed before, because it looked so old-timey and unlike regular McDonald's. What they gained in aesthetics, though, they lost in food quality and the fact that they were so stingy with their restroom facilities (each person had to pick up a token when they bought food. And trust me, the bathrooms weren't worth it. ugh.)
By this time, it was getting near dusk, and we still wanted to go to the drive in movie theater, Mission 4, but we didn't know how to get there. But then, we see this woman wearing a shirt/apron that said Information, and she saved the day by telling us to go straight down St. Mary's (the street we had parked on) and we couldn't miss it. "Bring some brewskys and have a great night!" She was great. And also she assumed that we had a hotel, which felt really cool to me for some reason...I guess it made me feel grown up.
Well, we didn't bring brewskys but we did stop by a convenience store to buy some Famous Amos Cookies and potato chips and a coke.
The drive in was awesome. After a few false starts with not knowing what times each movie was, and which screens we wanted to see, we ended up at Hitch/Guess Who, with the Cr-V backed into the space. We folded down the backseat and had a ton of room to just chill in the trunk, with the back window hinged open to the night air.
After the movie, I drove home halfway until I was so sleepy it was getting dangerous, and then switched drivers at the side of the road where it was so dark the scenery faded into black ten feet from the car. We got home around 1 am, and it was the most chill, worry-free day I can remember ever. At least since high school anyway.