"Oh my god, it's the Prince song!"

Wow. I had no idea going to Europe would be this expensive. Will spare the gory details for the benefit of everyone. Also, why did no one remind me the 14th of July is Bastille Day?! I would've flown out a day later to be around for that.

Did oogobs of nothing today, but I'm all caught up on LJ, have a Eurail pass, am further along in my camera research, have narrowed down my travel guide book options to two, finally found a suitable backpack, have started making master lists of stuff to take care of before leaving, and have kept the freaking out during all of it to a bare minimum. *pats self on back*

Went to Barnes & Noble where the Starbucks barista, as many people in front of whom I open my wallet, noticed my *NSYNC card (my first-ever piece of swag, thanks to alestar) in the transparent middle pocket and declared it "rockin'." Back in the day, she allegedly learned the choreography to I Want You Back with a group of her friends - flipping and all. *impressed* She also demanded I "[not] be a hero" upon my declining whipped cream on my Iced Caramel Macchiato. In the end, I conceded that, yes, it did look better all fluffy and drizzled with caramel and promised to pick my battles more wisely. *g* Good times.

While dismayed by the news about A.D.I.D.A.S., I'm also completely unsurprised. *sigh* Swear, this whole solo venture has been some bizarre bout of karmic retribution for the boy, as if the universe operated on Highlander principles. Or something. I'm almost out of righteous indignation, and that's saying a lot.

Now I'm just sitting here waiting for the caffeine to wear off, grooving to Let's Go Crazy. Not being cocky here but man, it really is a kickass recording.

and they never knew nothing of love

My girls should just be getting into the Warfield/Fillmore/whatever round of musical venues we're on in San Francisco. Eee! So very excited for all of them. Don't tell anyone, but I actually miss waiting in line, the pre-show jitters and distracted conversation during the lull after the opening act.

There are so many museums and restaurants in Paris, I could do nothing but visit two a day and it'd still take a lifetime. *takes deep breaths* I want to see it all but know that's neither feasible nor possible, but I still feel like I'm going to trip over my shoelaces trying.

Today was so productive, my head is still spinning. Finally scored a backpack, found JC's tri-colored brown wristband at Hot Topic as well as some pink shoelaces with black stars, a power converter and good advice about getting onto small buses in Spain at Radio Shack, a map of Paris and a cute salesboy who wished me well at Barnes & Noble, and shamefully caved to the hot pink cowboy hat at Charlotte Russe. It was only $13! And oh so cute! It does favors for my forehead and ginormous melon like I never knew! Also, it's hot pink, and it's a well-established fact that I have no defenses against this.

Played with digital cameras at Brandsmart and you know, 10x zoom is so, so much nicer than anything else, but even the Olympus C-750 is still too bulky to reasonably sneakfit into my purse for concerts. I suppose that's the upshot of being a "hardcore" fan - there's very little that gets in the way of good pictures when you're standing within the first six rows.

Caught the last half of Chamber of Secrets on cable. Will withold my inappropriate dirty!Daniel Radcliffe-centric thoughts and instead say, wow, I love his voice. ""

I should get on seeing Troy. Or you know, not, as it seems. How can it be as bad as everyone says? It foils all natural laws! How can period piece + epic battles + handsome warrior men = bad? Madness!

There are many pretty snappies from JC's performance of Blowin' Me Up from Wango Tango. *loves on the red jacket* I'd made mentions of icons before, so let's.