I just returned from visiting my aunt in LA. She was in a play at the Odessey theater. The play was called 'The Oldest Profession' by Paula Vogel. My aunt played the madam in a brothel of senior citizen prostitutes. She had a solo song and dance routine. Not bad for an 81 year old. I really enjoyed the play. Everyone worked together so well. One by one they each die off and go to harlot heaven. I'm really glad I went down to see it. My aunt and I always have a good time together. We also celebrated my cousin Carissa's 23rd birthday. We talked about my plans for the future. Eve really wants me to move to LA and go to law school. I'll give it some thought. I don't have any idea what my life will look like after my bike ride. I'm not opposed to her idea. It would be fun living close to her and the rest of the family again. LA? I'm not so sure... My cousin Jim wants to join me on my bike ride when I get to San Francisco. He was so envious of my plans. Wait till he sees how slow I am. Slow as a turtle. Of course, I'll have over a month on the road before we meet up. Plenty of time to get my speed up. I've been reading alot of journals of people biking in Mexico. It's peaked my interest to the point I've enrolled in a spanish class at the local community college. I've also been working on my mascot.
Myrtle the turtle.
Once I get a PO box and figure out how to forward my mail I'll be designing a business card and clear stickers with Myrtle on them to give away. The yellow band is for the Lance Armstrong's Livestrong foundation that I'll be fundraising for. I'm not exactly sure how that works - something else to figure out. But, I figure, if I'm handing out cards I might as well give the web address of where to donate.