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| This past weekend was one of the best things I have experienced in a good while. My uncle Carter married a wonderful woman named Roxanne, and my sisters and I got a new cousin out of the deal. We drove down to St. Louis for the event, and even the car ride was a bit of relaxation that did us all good.
Saturday night Carter was preoccupied with a community dance that I think he might have led, so my sisters and I went off into town to visit a museum while my dad kept my grandma company while she put the finishing touches on some velvet curtains for Carter and Roxanne's new dance studio. This museum brought us three girls right back to our childhood, and gave us the grounds to explore and climb and dance and discover and wonder just like when we were younger. See:
   
(the building with the bus is the museum!) (t u r t l e s)
(kids, don't try this at home)
   
(angelic, eh?)
(climbing opportunites abounded, even including secret passagways between stories)
The wedding for which we drove about 8 hours lasted no more that 12 minutes, but the reception was terrific. Roxanne and Carter both specialize in the Argentine tango, and so does my grandpa, and this being the case (as well as celebrating the [almost] finish of their new dance studio), there was plenty of dancing to go around.
 
Mi (the lovely couple)
Fi Me
And now I'm back to the routine of growing bacterial cells and prodding and poking them, but life seems so much better after taking a moment to dance.
Cheers!
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| I decided to be daring and let my sista chop off my hair:
 
Not bad at all. It feels so feathery and light, I could fly away like a bird. Yay.
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| This little green man has protected the inhabitants of Theta 33 for longer than I know, for he was perched atop our entry lighting when we came.
Good bye.
In a whirlwind of boxes, clothes, leftover food, and many other nick nacks and garbage bags, Brenda, Heather, and I left Theta 33 for good this morning. And then we made our way (driving cars with negative amounts of space left over) to Marie Catribs for a most spectacular farewell breakfast. Mmmmm.
After that was much music, to the point that one can clean (meaning very loud) and much cleaning and unpacking and I actually somewhat feel at home already, and it is good. It was even good to watch a ridiculously cheesy chick flick with Brenda and Rachel tonight. Relax, and sleep.... | | |
| I really have no idea how birds have the energy to shriek at the top of their lungs at four in the morning. Mind you, I did enjoy waking up to their calls, but when I think of myself stumbling around and walking into walls, I just don't know how they do it.
(two finals and a paper to go)
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