Lost in Space

You know what's funny? Finding keys left on a table in a restaurant, including a keychain that identifies these as "the keys I haven't lost yet."

p.s. By restaurant, I mean Target cafe. That's how I roll these days.

Speaking of crazy spacey people, though, I did accidentally witness a Richmond tradition that I had never heard of before this weekend: the Zombie Walk. Apparently this happens every year and takes place in cities around the nation. People dress up like zombies and walk zombie-like down Cary Street. It was quite entertaining (I just happened to be down there with my bro and mom), and I was thoroughly impressed by the lengths people had gone to to create their costumes. Three stars, Richmond freaks!

Virginia is for....... fah-reaks!

So I went to the State Fair this weekend. I was volunteering for an agency there, so I didn't have to pay for this people-watching adventure. I had heard mixed reviews of the State Fair, so I went in with eyes wide open. I'd say "mind" wide open, but let's not kid ourselves - we all know this post is not going to be nice about my fellow Virginians. I mean, that wouldn't be funny. At all.

Well, when I pulled up, I parked behind a car with a bumper sticker that said, "If you're going to ride my ass, at least pull my hair." That kind of set the tone for the afternoon. My other favorite was the white-haired grandfather pushing a stroller. He stopped at our booth for a while, giving me ample time to enjoy his tattoo of a bikini-clad lady that took up his entire forearm. What a sweet, perverted grandpa.

All in all, it was worth the drive just for the fresh kettle korn. However, I did not meet my future husband.

A new recommendation for getting your hair did

On my way from one of my work schools to another just now (read: in a not-so-great part of town), I passed a new beauty salon. It's called "Nappy by Nature."

I hope I made you spit your coffee out. I almost did!