From last week's adventure

Got this when the OC Metro-Link had free rides throughout the county on its eleventh birthday last week! It is supposed to say "Your Wheels," but now it only says "Your Whee."
(PS -- look how ripped I am!)

Erin and I rode the rails with our friend Brett and Autumn down to San Juan Capistrano where there's an old mission dating from 1776 (one of my favorite years) and a lot of cutesy/folksy tourist stuff to buy -- statues of cartoon alligators preparing for a barbeque, that sort of thing.
A lot of vendors were also having sales and discounts for the birthday celebration, so we took in as much free stuff as we could. In SJC there was an advertised free wine tasting, and although the bar tender told us that the train people had listed that on their sign without actually making sure it was OK with the wine people, we each got two glasses of wine to try!
This was actually much better wine than any I've had before, one tasted like fruit or something, and the other tasted like . . . well, blood I guess, but not in a bad way? Erin said it just tasted like food, which is why she couldn't finish it. Brett and Autumn actually ended up finishing off both of her glasses, but I drank both of mine and felt refreshed afterwards, though not tipsy or anything that felt on the road to drunksville.
We walked around a bit more, enjoying the warm weather and the quaint part of town by the trainstation, got dinner to go, and headed back to the trainstation. The free wine had been crossed off of the list of birthday offers.
The rides both there and back were pleasant, although pretty packed with kids, families and bad examples of parenting. Beautiful scenery, though. In Orange County! Who knew?
Back in Orange, we took advantage of one more free deal and got ice cream from Watson's drug store, and then walked back home.
It was a beautiful day for public transportation, birthdays and other free stuff.

Also, at least three girls noticed and swooned over my tatoo the next day. I am happily not on the market, but any eligible bachelors might want to take note: not only do chicks dig hats(scroll to the bottom), they also dig temorary tatoos. Good luck.

They look so nice with golden brads

I finished the first draft of my second feature film script on Sunday night. Somehow it ended up that I wrote over 50 pages in basically a weekend, but I'm not really sure how that happened, especially since I also spent a few hours that weekend trying to beat Solitaire on Vegas mode, which isn't exactly a productive way to write a screenplay.
Apparently it worked.
Monday was the deadline for submissions for the Chapman Film Awards and I turned in three scripts: the dream noir one I just finished (117ish pages), the vampire rock one(also 117ish, but more like 115), and the Joan of Arcadia spec (56y pages) I wrote last year. I guess I sound like a geek. But whatever. They needed six copies of each script, and each script needed two shiny brads to bind it together.
All told, it took nearly 1680 sheets of paper and 72 brads for me to turn everything in, and I spent a good deal of Monday sitting on the floor of the film school office punching holes in every single one of those pages so I could brad them all together.
I also was a bit of a printer mercenary since I had such an overwhelming amount to print (that's over three reams of paper, by the way) and ended up using three printers over two days, and received a bit of a nasty (though politely worded!) note from another student since I set the only printer in one lab to print out over three hundred pages and then went to class.
Sorry about that. :(
That minor casualty aside, I feel proud that I was able to turn in three finished (if not totally polished) scripts. Regardless of whether I win or am nominated, I feel like just submitting was significant accomplishment, and I don't usually say this about my own work and mean it, but "hurrah!"