The Rodman Blog!

Tonight, Marium did our weekly-ish coffee run thingamajig. Wow that girls speaks fast :). But afterwards, on the way back, Marrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrium decided that she needed flowers from the nice flower man on the street. Except he's not really nice, and when he talks, it doesn't really sound like English. You'd think that street flowers would be, you know, cheaper than florist flowers. Since they don't have to pay for, like, a store, or, well, anything for that matter. But no. Not at all. He wanted to charge 6 dollars for two stems of daisies. Marium managed to get just one for three.

So to make it up, Marrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrium and I (under my, unfortunate, suggestion) went to burglarize the rose garden in front of the planetarium. Our logic/rationalization: they're all gonna die soon anyway! So we might as well give them a good home, right? So we walked to the very far end of the garden, where there's no light. Marrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrium insisted on getting the white ones, which were not QUITE in the dark.

So we're standing there, pretty obviously trying to steal a few roses when I hear someone yell, "Adam Rodman, stealing roses, are you?" Kareen, fortunately, who joined us in holding some of our bounty. So while we're chatting there, carrying a bunch of flowers (mainly the ones Marrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrium actually bought), a security guard drives by, REALLY SLOOOOOOOOWLY staring at us all evily. Marium perpetually practices buttering up her accent to get away with things -- I don't really have that luxury, so I don't think we'd have such a good excuse for, well, stealing flowers. But fortunately, he just drove by, and we got the hell out of there.

And in other news, uh, I'm really stressed from work. But I probably shouldn't write about that online.

And I'll talk some more photos for all your, uh, viewing pleasure.

And Louis Armstrong REALLY creeps me out.