“Sometimes, when you’re not around, I like to do handstands” (- me, to Brittany)

It’s just beginning to hit me that there is really only one week left in Philly. It’s going to be a busy week too. First, we have to work until 5:00 because Mr. Bennie is on vacation this week. We are also planning our second Summer Reads event for this Friday. This one will take far less coordination of people which is a plus but we are hoping to have it in a local park so if the weather doesn’t cooperate we’re screwed. I know that we should probably plan a rain date or separate location but I don’t so much want to do that. It would be like planning two completely separate events in addition to ridiculously long work days without any break. Add onto that all the things we have planned for after work this week and it gets pretty exhausting.

I visited the Philadelphia Museum of Art this afternoon. The massive marble and stone building was itself enough for me to look at all day long, never mind all the works that are housed inside. Sometimes it surprises me when people my own age do not have the same taste and interests that I do. Upon walking into the building the first place I wanted to visit was the Contemporary and Modern Art wing, of course. I really didn’t expect that Becca would most want to visit the European Art 1100-1500 wing. Paintings of icons and other “Jesus stuff”, as she put it, aren’t very exciting to me. I don’t deny that the artists are extremely talented but how many times do we need to see the Virgin Mary holding a perfectly peach baby Jesus? (After some consideration I don’t consider that statement sacrilegious.) At least we were all in agreement that the Arms and Armor section didn’t need more than a 10 minute walk through. It was a really nice afternoon but at this point I’m regretting the decision not to purchase a Matisse coloring book.

On Saturday Brittany and I walked around King of Prussia Mall for about 4 and a half hours. It’s the second largest mall in the nation. You would think after trying on almost every dress in the mall I would have been able to find something to wear to Keith and Leslie’s wedding but I didn’t. So we decided to drop into our old standby: Target. I found a cute skirt and top to wear so I hope it will all be acceptable. This is really only my third wedding and the first was too long ago to remember. I’m not really sure about the attire but I’m sure Leslie won’t care anyway. The day is about them not me!

After a lot of phone calls and such I’m pretty sure I have a ride home from the airport on the 11^th. My mom kept telling me that my dad was getting me and then my dad told me that my mom was getting me. My sister is moving into her apartment that day and I don’t really have any other relatives to come get me. So really if you’re interested in giving me a ride it’s probably still an option. You know you want to.