It’s been an interesting week.
Yesterday I quit my job, the one I didn’t like and had to drive an hour each way to do. I have interviews scheduled and a lot of hope, and a lot of horrible anxiety, which is why I now have vanilla coke. It helps.
Thursday and Friday, I exchanged emails with Stina which curiously involved me apologizing an awful lot and her not at all, because I very strongly value having her as my friend even if she isn’t a nice person (1). I also learned from Kitty that generalizing lessons about emotional intimacy is probably a good move. Huh. Anyway, this led to an awful lot of sobbing and feeling pretty much like I must be broken in some way to not be able to sustain my friendships from college. And that led to…
Opening an email from Alice. It’s been sitting in my inbox, marked as read, for just over four months. I didn’t open it originally because it was two days before I started my new job (which turned out terribly anyway) and I might not make a personality disorder out of it, but I can certainly be avoidant. I didn’t open it later because it’d been a long time. Then I didn’t open it out of habit. So I opened it, and it was a very long, beautiful, heartbreaking apology letter (I habitually distrust email subject lines, so the fact that it said it was an apology didn’t convince me). It was everything I would love to get from Stina and Dylan and don’t really expect.
So then I cried some more. And then my job was over and I slept for ages. And then I went to the farmer’s market with my mom and we bonded (! I KNOW!) over apparently being unable to make our loved ones feel emotionally connected to us because we are demonstrative sort of people, not declarative, and apparently that makes people really annoyed. And then I wrote a blog post about it using really terrible grammar.
AND THEN I DECLARED THAT I AM A ROBOT MADE OUT OF MUSCLE.
And then it was over. Except for a footnote.
1. I would like to know why it’s okay to say that when we’re friends, but not when we’re fighting. I genuinely do not understand the difference. I’m expressing the exact same sentiment, but it was hilarious once and now apparently elicits tears.
A belated post for all the awesomeness of Florida and to say that while I have thoughts about my new job, I promised not to talk about them extensively in online public spaces. Email if you’re that curious.
Alright. FLORIDA.
The first day and a half were spent at Universal Studios. We arrived Sunday afternoon and spent the evening exclusively in the Wizarding World of Harry Potter (part of Islands of Adventure), spent Monday morning at the original Universal Studios and then Monday afternoon back at Islands of Adventure.
Almost all of my pictures were from HP, because, um, awesomeness?

(This was taken from inside of the greenhouses while waiting in line for the awesome ride of awesomeness Harry Potter and the Forbidden Journey.)
After HARRY POTTER HARRY HARRY POTTER we spent Tuesday at Disney’s Animal Kingdom. It was, how shall I put this, AWESOME.
We were at the gates before they opened, along with a few hundred other people. The park opens with employees carrying a rope and setting a walking pace towards the far back corners of the park, so that guests can’t rush and hurt themselves, I suppose. We ended up walking with a pair of employees, both of whom had been with Disney for a long time. One was new to the park, though, and was being trained. We must have made a good impression, because Raphael, the man doing the training, took us to the employee entrance and let the three of us skip the growing lines for the Kilamajaro Safari. This is a long safari trek through a variety of African habitats with dozens of different animals out living as they might in the wild (the big cats have subtly separated habitats from the herbivores). We skipped the fast-pass line and the regular line and were placed in the second row of the very first bus of the day, behind another very friendly employee in the front row whose job it was to count the animals outside. Stina and Dylan told us to get on the first bus we could, as the cats go inside for most of the day due to the heat, but I don’t think they meant that! The employees called it a Magical Moment. I tend to agree.

(I feel like this ostrich is begging to be a tumblr meme.)
Brad took a lot of photos, too, and they are available on his picasa page.
Despite the loss of spoons and almost inevitable migraine that will have me in bed tomorrow afternoon through sometime on Tuesday, I have to say that this weekend has been incredible.
I drove up to Staunton yesterday (Saturday) morning, taking a long route through a national forest and over many pretty streams. Lots of wildlife. Last night I saw Kate in a private gig in Charlottesville with Stina, Dylan, and a few other friends (and about 50 strangers), where Keir kissed my cheek/ear and I got sweaty hugs. I’ve just returned from Vienna, Virginia, and another Kate gig. More hugs. A new t-shirt.
Oh, and the part where Kate dedicated Shoebox to me on a whim, explaining how she felt like she should dedicate something to me because I was an American who had been in Melbourne when they were taking any gig they could get, and I’ve seen all of these songs thousands of times, but at least it’d been a while since then.
There was also the part where the audience was so genuinely enthusiastic that she did a real encore, not at all like in Melbourne, where it’s just expected. She was genuinely flustered and pleased, asked for suggestions. After rejecting mine (For The Hundredth Time or Apartment), she accepted Dylan’s early birthday wish for I Got The Way. It was fabulous. I’ll post a video once I have my camera cables. Later, she let him buy her a beer and promised I could pick out songs in the future, as long as I gave them a bit more warning than that.
I will sleep when my insides stop feeling electric.
My name is Ali, though sometimes it's Eliot.
I have many tumblrs, which you are welcome to also visit:
The Polite Yeti - My personal tumblr, full of silliness.
Fuck Yeah, Kate Miller-Heidke - the only active Kate fan site, which is baffling.
The Branden Rose - the only active Monster Blood Tattoo fansite, which is less baffling.
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