To the ballet, I go. The Nutcracker ballet, that is. With my grandmother in Amarillo. I'll be out of town for a week or so, journeying on to Oklahoma for a merit test (as if there was even a question...), my Oklahoma alcohol server's license and some premature house hunting. We'll see. I'm sort of dreading this so-called business trip, so I hope I'll be able to have some fun.
Appropriately entitled Cat in a Car, I'd read my twitter while I'm gone. I'm hilarious when I'm under 140 characters.
All that I am.
- Gata
- Norman, Oklahoma
- I'm too close for comfort to age 30. New Mexico is home but I'm finally tough enough to love living in the midwest. I've got a film degree that I never apply in my professional life but I'd never trade it in for a different one. I love the basics; good music, good food, good movies and good books. But I'll stop almost anything for good company. I can't shut up about the Thunder, especially Serge Ibaka. I'm hopelessy awkward. I only hope you think it's adorable.