I wrote a journal entry Saturday, while sitting at the park, under the bright sun (the first we'd seen of it in NJ all week), but the entry was absolutely horribly written, talking about my night in Manhattan (We went to Manatus on Bleeker and saw Groove - about a rave in San Francisco - on 12th St.) and other boring things. So I will not upload it.
Tonight we celebrated my mom's birthday. It's tomorrow, but I'm glad they had cake when I was around. I always know how lucky I am to have a loving, supportive, understanding, strong woman in my life, but I'm especially conscious of it around her birthday. So many years of her life have been spent making sure mine was the best it could be. And for that I am forever grateful.
During the drive back to NB I came a several conclusions: People from Quebec love NJ in the summertime, light rain - the kind that doesn't quite warrant the intermittent wipers but needs *something* - is perhaps the most annoying thing in the world, and finally, if I ever hear "He Wasn't Man Enough for Me," "Try Again," or "Smooth" I will start pounding my head against the steering wheel and I'm not sure I'll be able to stop.