Action!

They are filming a movie in Fairfax. I’m not really sure who “they” are—but we were assured that it is a “real” film for the theaters and not a George Mason University project of some kind. It is all very hush-hush; no one would tell us what the movie was about even when Aneliz turned up the sugar and worked a poor geeky set-hand like he was Father Christmas.
They did let us wander the blocked-off set (Main Street, North Streets, and University Drive) and ogle at the vans, light fixtures, giant screens, and bagel trays. We were ready to give up on the mystery when we located a chatty young security guard who gave us the following information: it is a Hollywood based film group, the movie is an untitled thriller-drama, some dude from General Hospital is in it, and one of the lines in the script is “Go back to Manassas, you dirty whore!”
Really, who needs more information than that?

My last day of work was last Friday, May 2, and I am officially unemployed or self-employed or a professional volunteer…I’m not sure what I am technically, but it doesn’t really matter. My car drove off with a new owner yesterday, my insurance is closed out, I turn in my final paper on Mary Rowlandson later this afternoon (Please) and I have started to sort through my stuff.

P.S. I have a lot of stuff.

I have an embarrassing volume of stuff.

I have a shamefully embarrassing volume of stuff.

It is nice stuff. It is good stuff. It is not at all necessary that I have this much stuff.

I am a bit disgusted with myself right now.

Purple Heart is going to receive quite the donation…

Tomorrow morning I fly down to FL to visit and say goodbye to my other grandparents before I take off for Thailand next month. I will get back on the 15th, just in time to hug my family and take a nap before I head up to Princeton for orientation. IT IS ALL HAPPENING! People I meet-up with and see every couple of weeks have started saying goodbye just in case we don’t run into each other again before the 3rd of June. It is a very strange feeling to be missed before going anywhere.