That's Right, I Am Kobe Bryant.
Sunday was odd. Apparently there was a big storm – lightning, thunder, the works. I missed all of this of course because I slept until noon. The storm caused a lot of flooding even in Uptown, near Loyola. I really wish I would have gone out and seen what the city looks like when it’s partially flooded.
It is just too difficult an environment to picture, even with a photograph. I guess this kind of flooding happens pretty regularly, though, because of the state of storm drains and drainage in the city, so the next time it happens I’ll be sure to take a walk and/or swim. Continuing on the theme of things I missed out on, today was the Seafood Festival and Creole Tomato Festival. Unfortunately most people left for it before I woke up, and resident slacker Danny didn’t want to take the streetcar, so we played basketball for the requisite three hours I usually play. Since every day is like a seafood festival I wasn’t too bummed about missing that one, but I wanted to see what the difference between Creole and regular tomatoes are, why they are good enough to require a festival, and also brave the dangers of the current tomato salmonella epidemic all at the same time. Later on we had a random and awkward “picnic” get together with students from UPenn, Yale, and whoever else is around. I got yelled at by some strange girl for not playing Frisbee but apart from that the shindig didn’t really help me meet people and instead I was bored and hungry. I’m sure with a little more organization it would have been much better. For dinner it was off to China Orchid, which was a far cry from the heavenly deliciousness of Livonia’s own Peking Buffet, yet still tasty.
It is now Tuesday. After Monday’s adventures which included being called Kobe Bryant for the first and last time in my life by someone other than myself after a successful basketball game, experiencing various laundry-related fiascos and discovering the glory that is Blue Bell Strawberries and Homemade Vanilla ice cream, I am today attempting to find a way to contact Brad Pitt for an interview about his Make It Right New Orleans organization. Unfortunately, he’s a difficult guy to get a hold of. Good thing I’m Kobe Bryant.