Hurrah! I have completed a successful pilgrimage to the Moondance Diner, former workplace of Jonathan Larson. The misinformed waiter at the Stardust had said they had closed, but this was not permanent -- they were remodeling. My favourite part was a green neon sign that read "We serve wine and beer". Harhar. I wonder if that was there when Jonathan worked there... ::ponders::

I took pictures. Yes, indeed. And I've been having too much chicken caesar salad lately. I wonder what shall become of me. ::sigh:: Anyway, tonight was my last dinner at Johnny Rockets, a restaurant I frequented at least twice a week, due to its joyous proximity to my dorm. They did a goodbye "Staying Alive" dance for me. When I left, all the employees waved and said goodbye, and all the customers thought "What the heck?". It was sweet.

It was a nice hope, but I never did get to meet Cassie. (Why didn't you call me? ::weeps::) I guess I won't be able to, now. Bah. Happy birthday anyway! ::hugs:: My parents come to New York tomorrow. Then on Friday, we're going to start our Evil College Trip of Doom, followed by a brief family romp in Martha's Vineyard. Come to think about it, this actually might be my last entry until August Bloody Fourteenth, unless I can find a hookup somewhere on the way. ::pats Jimmy and sighs:: Maybe I'll be able to go online tomorrow... might be a bit of a stretch, though. Hiss. Anyway, goodbye for now and hearts to all.

Oh! And happy birthday to Fiction Alley! Tomorrow we're one year old! ::disperses wallet-sized baby photos::