So, I'm home from a long day in Berkeley. It was a hot day as we made our way through campus and town. Much like Bloomington there is a main street with stores, restaurants, and hipply clad college students. We saw the exhibit which turned out to be sort of a bust, but then again it was free...
The main purpose of the expedition was to see photographs of the Beatles from 'Mad Day Out.' Turns out there were about 20 photographs. They were really interesting shots, and while there weren't many; they said so much about each Beatle individually. We practically broke into the building to see them, so it was reward enough even though there were few.
Aside from today, I had drinks last night and was supposed to hear from B about a possible rendez-vous tonight. I obviously did not. If he didn't want to see me, why not just say so?! I don't plan on contacting him in the near future, so consequentially guess that is over. I would love an explanation or closure, but that probably requires balls he doesn't have.
So, I'm back on the shelf with all the other goodies. Only lately I don't feel myself. My happy-go-lucky man getting powers seem to have disappeared along with B's interest in me. Should I go around taking bizarre pictures of myself like the Beatles? How did Stella get her groove back? And, if not how...when?
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