Two things seen today, one publicly angelic and one publicly tragic:

1. Finally picked up drycleaning and was thrilled to see that the Christmas ornament, a ceramic angel with arms outstretched, was still standing on top of the payphone in their lobby where I left it.
There are lots of believers in that neck of the middling city's woods and I imagine that some think it's a sort of Prayer to St. Jude installation.

2. En route to that neck of the middling city's woods I saw three teens on cell phones next to their car, which they had driven off the road. They were staring at in what appeared to be shock, and not an ounce of mirth. They missed their intended street by a good five feet.

In 14 hours I'll be checking myself in for international travel (with, amongst other things, helpful counter-fellow travellers tools: Radiohead cd's, Japanese music compil., earplugs, handiwipes-sample pak-, cd player). I may e-check in from over there but in the event that I do not, here are a few happy wishes from your Fav Nancy.
It really isn't possible, but I have to say it anyhow:
Don't have fun without me.

Minutes are streaming by like heliumated balloons out a speeding car's windows. Leaving in moments for Roma and still I can't say much more than Me Nancy Me want food Thank you Excuse Me. All the while trying to translate the Italian sounds into French ones.
Amongst the last several days' responsibilites was shooting a 100% dry wedding reception. Towards the end of the night I was having a Coke and a smile and a talk with the snappily-witted "bar"tender Steve and a waitress who was merrily doing "dips" and other 80's-style dance movements out of sight of the guests.
It was revealed to me that several of the guests had imported spirits in their pockets. Steve asked if I'd like a "water." I gave him the raised eyebrow in response. Older guests were drinking good ol' h2o whereas the youngster set was drinking something far far different.
Steve produced a second pitcher of "water" which was actually a pitcher of Stoli.
Being around all those good people made my badass tendencies rise to the surface at a surprising rate and, although I don't drink when shooting weddings, I had to have a glass of cool refreshing "water."
Oh, and after.
Events were documented, tequila was sucked and a house party was vacated until the youngest hours of today.
Purity is boring.
Bring on the obfuscated chaos of perilous Sin.