|(Completely random photo)|
Looking down I-35W
at the Minneapolis skyline
When I last went out (for things other than cigarettes and food), I passed St. Mary's Cemetery while searching for a bus route that would take me where I needed to go. At first, I didn't pay much attention. But, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a statue.
'Oooh, a statue. I'm going to have to visit sometime,' I thought. And, so, I spent this morning wandering around St. Mary's Cemetery. However, I've screwed up my sleeping schedule (again) and am exhausted so I'll write it up when I wake up.
When I Got Home...
My mother: "What's your new obsession with cemeteries?"
Me: "Ah, a lot of times, they have sculptures and elaborate artwork. I like that sort of thing."
My mother: "Oh! Like in New Orleans?"
Me: "Oooh, yes. Those look awesome." (Granted, there are many other awesome places to visit in that city.)
My father (nodding): "Yes, but they have to be the old ones."
Me (nodding back): "Oh, yes."
10 minutes later, I come back into the living room with a piece of paper I've scribbled some details on.
Me: "I'm putting this on the fridge. I'll forget it if I put it anywhere upstairs."
My mother: "What is it?"
Me: "On Memorial Day weekend, the Lakewood Cemetery is giving tours of its Memorial Chapel to celebrate the chapel's 100th anniversary. I want to go...(longish monologue about the creation of the chapel)"
And, with that, she wandered away giggling. Fine, I've given in to the inner goth. No black lipstick though. It's hard enough to get the red stuff off.