You've got baguette in your eye

I'm in California and alive, and have been such for two days, despite my lack of posting. My flight was extremely eventful, and culminated with me in Oakland significantly later than planned and my luggage in Salt Lake City. The Las Vegas airport, by the way, was almost exactly what I expected- it was very pretty, had lots of slot machines, smelled like crap, and was full of interesting people. This one dude in particular stuck in my memory: a heavyset Hispanic guy wearing an AC/DC shirt, a studded belt, and a kid-sized backpack with a turtle on it, and holding a pink blanket, but with no child in sight.

burythel1ght, happy late birthday! I'm sorry I didn't call you yesterday- my cell phone charger was in SLC along with my luggage, and my phone was dead. *hugs*

Yesterday I toured Stanford, and ran into Martin Frost on campus. He gave me a lift to Henry's house, and I bummed a ride to the festival with Henry, rubrick, and an obscenely gorgeous Stanford grad student named Dave who looks like Orlando Bloom. They spent the trip talking about the following subjects: a) whether the fact that humans only perceive three dimensions has affected the foundations of mathematics, and b) the relative humor value of looking at porn and/or galactic maps when others think you're trying to figure out directions.

The festival was fun. I was extremely tired, and the renegade show was outside, so I ended up skipping out on that. I went again today, and Jeffrey bought me purple juggling balls. Jeanette and the kids came too, and we all went out to dinner with rebbyribs and her guy Ben. The food was pretty good, but the service was awful. I got coconuts both last night and tonight- the Thai place I went to last night poured the milk into a cup, but the rastafarian place just hacked off the top and gave it to me with a straw. I love California.

The public show was better than I thought it would be. The most memorable acts were the two female unicyclists (separate acts, but equally impressive), Jake's standing ladder act (the tricks weren't great, but he's a fantastic performer), a diabolo act by someone named Ben, an acrobatic act by a Cirque guy, and Frank Olivier's between-acts duo ballet bit with a guy from the audience. I was going to tell Frank to announce Teresa Tchow's engagement, but I forgot. I feel bad about that. And vito_excalibur didn't make it to the fest :(

Oh, and while my luggage was gallivanting in Mormonland, my shampoo AND my B12 tablets got open. So I'm going to need a new thing of B12 tablets, and they're expensive.

But I'm still having a great time!