Ok. Ok. I'm sorry. I got creepy there at the end of the last post. I have pulled myself together, and I am ready to continue the festivities of the day when EVERYONE MUST WORSHIP ME!

Sorry. Creepy again.

We went to see 'Johnny English'. That movie with Monsiuer Bean? That's right. You know it. Oh, don't pretend you have no idea what I'm talking about. It was very funny, but then again, I'm always an abnormally large fan of British comedy. Abnormally large. Like giant-squid-esque.

Then, we had a fantastic FANCY DINNER! Heaw! I LOVE fancy dinners! We went to The Charthouse, a heart-achingly beautiful place that is surrounded by glass walls that looks out on the ocean. It was boooootytyy liscious!

And so we sat by the ocean, looking at the dark water that lapped gently on the shore and saw the lights from street lamps that seemed the dip under the sea in sparkling columns and stretch endlessly across it at the same time. Soft flickers of lightning far away on the horizon illuminated the brave tutting motors of boats that lingered by the tiny pinpricks of light from expensive hotels on the keys in the distance. Downtown glittered like the front of a cheap postcard in overpriced tourist shops, and I bit my lip as the heavy sea air settled like mist. Watching the gold dance away into night, I reflected that the best and most beautiful things in life can never be bought, and that even the poorest man from the richest woman can find it so.

Not to say I didn't enjoy dinner.

Hehe.