On Spaghetti and Racing Stripes

With the sun shining and the temperatures on the rise for a change, summer appears to be finally here. Tonight was "date night" for my father and I. Recently, we have been having many opportunities for father-daughter bonding because both my mother and brother have been working in the evenings.

Tonight's date was at a downtown restaurant. It's a favorite of mine, quite possibly the best Italian restaurant in the entire Valley. Small and forever bustling, I doubt that the restaurant could fit more than twenty-five people. Therefore, we sat outside at a sidewalk cafe table.

There my father and I sat talking about this and that, watching the people walking up and down the main street. Casually, I observed the cigar store across the street which had set up a tent outside where its clientele could sit, smoking their cigars. As another Dean Martin ended, I felt the warm breeze tousle my hair and had a small epiphany: I was sitting in the exact kind of place I had always imagined myself sitting. A small but excellent cafe with al fresco seating options. The only difference was that in my many daydreams the restaurant was not in my former sleepy, ex-steel hometown, but in Manhattan, Paris, or Rome.

As my father and I were walking back to the parking deck, I pointed out a 90s model Camaro, my favorite American-made car. This lead to a conversation about the new Camaro which Chevy premiered last month. I like the new body type; it's a bit more muscle car than sports car. However, my father and I both agreed that the new body needs racing stripes to show-off the lines of the car. I then added that when I buy my Camaro, I have racing stripes added. I know racing stripes do not exude sophistications, but I think they are fun.

And that's my story for tonight.

P.S. RIP Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcit

Now that classes are done...

With my summer class finally over, I can now begin my summer vacation. Today, I got my hair re-highlighted and cut. Refreshing. My stylist asked if I wanted subtle or dramatic highlight. I thought You only live once so you might as well live big and went with the dramatic. Not a bad decision. At first, I thought to was too much auburn, but after it dried the color wasn't too intense and i am pleased with the results.

Later I met a friend for lunch. I ate a little more than I should; ergo I am ready to burst.

Otherwise, life is good. My cousin's wedding is in a week. That should be exciting. A big Italian-Irish wedding: what's not to love? Lot's of things to do between now and then. I have to pick out a hair style, go to the rehearsal dinner, and figure out how to dance the salsa. My cousin who is my partner in the bridal shower had this great idea to salsa into the reception. I'm a dancer, but I hate to tell him I'm limited to ballet. I guess I'll have to improvise with the assistance of YouTube.

I suppose that's all for now.