But my aim is improving.

I missed you! My laptop was busted but then Dell sent me a blue fairy so now I'm a real boy. I'm reading Pinocchio, in case you couldn't tell.

Speaking of completely obvious, I live in the best place in the world. On Sunday I was called boring. That made me laugh to no end because of how much I'm enjoying myself these days. I love looking back on a month and realizing that I've done an amazing job existing. I decided to end my completely successful month with a cultural diversity weekend!

Thursday was the opening of Gary Baseman's exhibit at Skirball. If you're not familiar with his work, you should look into it. I'm always so impressed by people who do whatever they want, no matter how unorthodox (pa-dum-ch?), and somehow manage to be successful. He's one of those people whose brains I just want to dissect in order to make sense of the nonsensical. I know I'd just come out more confused but also utterly entertained and overstimulated. The funny thing is that a large part of his show is meant to provide insight into how growing up in LA influenced his work. MY FAVORITE pieces were the piñata paintings because, let's be honest, you make me want to hit you with a stick. Watch him do his thang.

My cultural enrichment continued on Saturday when we saw La Dolce Vita at the Los Angeles Theatre. Reason #1322342 why I love this city: Cinespia. So glad that they put on events where I can dress up and enjoy watching beautiful movies in beautiful settings. I love all things Los Angeles, all things Italian, and I've recently been on this kick about watching every "you haven't seen it!?!?" inducing movie, so this event was tailor made for me. I gotta say, I don't have the best opinion of downtown but I love that places like that still exist there. It's not just a shit storm of traffic and expensive parking lots and one way streets. I can't wait for the Hollywood Forever screenings to begin. I, obviously, already have an outfit picked out for Clueless. 

And finally, just because Sunday was too nice of a day to waste, we wandered around Chinatown and got some grub. In spite of the speculations that our day would be no fun, I really appreciate having people in my life that will spontaneously do some exploring with me so I enjoyed it quite a bit.

I know that not everyone will like to do the things that I like to do, but I like doing EVERYTHING. Guess variety isn't everyone's cup o' tea.

Tomorrow, we're going out for Polish food! Yay ethnicities!

My own creation.

LA crowds are the worst!

Pinot in a plastic cup.

To love me so.

First things first, I may be banned from Bass Lake, along with my entire family. Those poor people had no idea what they were getting into when they signed up to host our little gathering. We, on the other hand, had a blast.

The gals and I had been craving a girls trip for some time now so, when I heard about this wedding, I insisted that they come along. It was at the Pines Resort in Bass Lake which is right off the lake and only about five miles from Yosemite. I got to sleep in a loft that I'm told is usually only appealing to children but I loved it. I'm sure I don't have to go on about the beauty of nature and whatnot but waking up in that loft and sticking my head out of the tiny little window is pretty much the best way to start any morning.

As I mentioned after the bachelorette party, my family is nuts, but this time there were even more of us. At one point, Hanna looked at me and said that she thought she understood me before but that being around my family made me make even more sense. I am the product of madness. My family is loud, obnoxious, and ape shit crazy but they're also wonderfully witty, supportive, and not to be fucked with. Our group took over the resort and I never even bothered learning anyone's room number because all I had to do was wander into the loudest cabin with the open doors. 

My cousin married an Indian gent so us ladies all signed up to get henna done but there were so many of us that the poor woman was there all day. While they were doing the bride's, which alone took three hours, I noticed that she had dots on her legs so, obviously, my well trained eye saw hidden Mickeys and immediately asked for one in my design. It's the funnest little game of hide and seek.

The ceremony was outside by the lake which I thought was the loveliest setting. It was short but sweet. The bridal party danced down the aisle, there was some bible talk, and then it was over. I got a little annoyed that the pastor failed miserably at speaking both English AND Spanish but that's just me being sensitive. I also wasn't too fond of their music choices but I really shouldn't talk since I will not marry anyone that does not agree to this being our wedding song. It weeds out a lot of the duds, I think. 

The reception is where everything went off the deep end. My family dances. The whole lot of us like to get down but the DJ was TERRIBLE and would have been booed if he weren't friends with the groom. Luckily, we were all enjoying ourselves too much to care that the same song was played five times. By the end of the night, some douche was peeing in a water fountain, my sister had sealed her fate for the next morning, and I had punched someone in the face. You know, standard wedding stuff.

The next morning, Lily forced me to wake up so that we could check out and hit up Yosemite before heading home. I'm really glad that we made time for it because all of the wedding requirements severely hampered my nature time. Very hard to describe Yosemite besides just saying that it's unreal. Pictures don't do it justice but I gotta try, right?

So now I'm considering actually putting away my luggage that has been out since the beginning of March. Won't need it again until June when Cindy goes east coast.

Water Lily.

A Hannimal in her natural habitat.

Sleepy heads.

Mickey not pictured.

Whatchu want!?!?

Get. It.