Post Cali/NYC for a day

On the last evening in California Dixie, Bill, and I watched The Hunger Games. I read the first book back in May and I liked it, but I was mad, because I only wanted to read the first on and then be done. I went the whole summer without picking up the next two...until I saw the movie. It was good! So I had to pick up Catching Fire at the airport. Oh they were also filming a movie at the airport and while in security they kept yelling at us to act natural. But I wanted to see what was going on...

The flight back was so much better. One layover in Houston (almost done with Catching Fire at the point). The father figure was there and he had me join him in the United Club for fifteen minutes where I met some of the people he hangs out with. It was nice, and they were probably so confused as to how me this large blonde chick is related to him.

How it must have looked...

Then I got on my next flight and finished Catching Fire. SOOO GOOD. I am so completely disgusted and filled with self loathing for how much I love that Peeta kid. It's absurd. 

When I got into NYC I had to go to an interview and I wore my favorite Brooks Brothers dress. As I was leaving the apartment Winston stops me and was like "You look good! Where are you off to?" I told him and he was like "Hurry back!" Umm no. 

After the interview I went down to Barnes and Noble to get the last book. The hipstery guy ringing me up gave me a look and I wanted to yell "I do read! I'm not a weird fan girl! I don't like Twilight!" He didn't give me a bag as punishment. I had to walk ten blocks home clutching that stupid book to my chest.