Holy shite have I been busy these past few days.

Spent Thursday and Friday morning applying the finished touches to the house before Blair came mid-Friday (after getting lost in the airport for a good half hour). Afterwards she and sis chatted while munching on cookies and stuff, perusing the two LVA yearbooks we had, etc. etc. She was still feeling a bit apprehensive 'round me (the last time she visited I was still an insensible prick).

By sunset she chilled out a bit more and reminisced on how evil I was back in AZ. I couldn't agree with her more. Went to see the King's Tournament at Excalibur. Front row seats in the Norway section, so not only were we in danger of being hassled by Kellan's dad (he plays Merlin) but we could also check out the few cute actors and got occasionally hit by dirt whenever the horses came towards us. The food went from good to mediocre the last time we were there. This time it was bad. Really bad. All the mugs were now plastic instead of metal. No warm soapy towels to wipe our hands on; they turned into package moist towelets. The soup has de-evolved from french onion to quebec-ish onion to Campbell's tomato soup. The main course (which used to be served mid show) consisted of the same cooked game hen, broccoli, and bread. The twice-baked potatoes are now just soggy spud-planks. At least the dessert was better, but they ran out of dishes so a lot of people had to double up.

Yesterday started with me waking up on the couch with a distinct copper flavor in the back of my throat. Went to the Stratosphere's Top of the World for lunch (where I had, again, an enormous Oriental salad) and the floor moved at almost double it's normal speed (the dining area, on the top of the tower, rotates so the diners can witness an ever-changing view from the large windows) so I was a bit disoriented.

Afterwards went to the Galeria. Didn't find anything to buy, and I was severely disturbed by the sudden popularity of horizontally striped shirts. That, and Gap salespersons hassling me to buy their jeans.

Met up with two people that we knew from school there. First, Katey (art major who graduated last year) working the counter at Hot Topic (big surprise there) and Joey pumping the lemonade at Hotdog on a Stick. During his quick break he came over and chatted with us for a bit, comments about me being "buff," Blair's stay in Vegas, and his $100 stinted paycheck were exchanged, before he had to get back to work.

Throughout the day I wasn't feeling so well. There were moments where I completely blacked out (but luckily I had been sitting each time that happened) and others where it just seemed like I needed a lot of rest.

Only a few more weeks (two) till school starts. I'm quite looking forward to it. Well, minus the supposedly-sexist Psych/Socio teacher I'll be having next year. Or the evil anti-Art-major dean. ::shudder::

Today I woke up with the same coppery taste. I'm thinking that that's blood, for some reason. But unlike sis, I won't jump to conclusions.