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My name is G and these are the true stories of my adventures.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Shaw's Garden, St. Louis

Well, my first visit to St. Louis must have gone well because the next time my boyfriend went home to see his folks, I got invited to tag along. This time, on top of some great family festivities, we also went to the beautiful Shaw's Garden and got some cool photos. In addition to just being a fabulous botanical garden, Shaw's Garden (or The Missouri Botanical Gardens, officially) is exceptional because it is divided into several small gardens, all with very different atmospheres, as you can see from the photos below.

Shaw Gardens


Shaw Gardens

The Japanese Garden -- much larger and more open than most gardens in Japan, but still, they captured the spirit well.

Japanese stone lantern

Shaw Gardens

Shaw Gardens

Shaw Gardens

The sundial's off from the watch by an hour because of DST, but otherwise, remarkably accurate.

Shaw Gardens

One of about a half-dozen couples we saw either getting married or having their photos done in the gardens that day.

Water lilies

Shaw Gardens

Shaw Gardens

Shaw Gardens

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Meeting Famous People

If you've read this blog before, you've probably come across a story or two about my near-encounters with famous people. Like my knack for missing wild animals in their natural habitat (refer to the Moose Sighting Expedition of '07), I also have a knack for not seeing celebrities even when they are right under my nose. Once, in Rome, I was standing in St. Peter's, gazing transfixedly on Michelangelo's Pieta and did not at all notice that Tom Hanks was standing directly beside me also gazing at the same. It was only after he walked away and was lost in the crowd that my friends informed me thus, and sure enough, when we got back home the following week People Magazine's front page story was: "Hanks and Springstein Visit Rome" with a photo of the two of them grinning in front of the basilica.

Similarly, when I was in Hawai'i two years ago, I was underwater playing with the dolphins when Don Cheadle paddled up in a canoe, hopped in our boat, and threw back a few brewskies with the boys. By the time I got back on board, he was a little speck on the other side of the bay.

Well, in the process of some writing projects of my own, I decided to re-read The End, the thirteenth and final book in Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events, which reminded me that I do, in fact, have one good story about actually meeting a famous person. I met Lemony Snicket. I met him at his book-signing, so it wasn't at all by chance (which I guess equates it to seeing a moose in a zoo), but the story is funny anyway.

My sister and I had went to the book-signing, which was on Halloween, 2006. The line to get to the author was massive, so in order to move people through quickly, they gave everyone a sticky note. On it, you were supposed to write your name so that he wouldn't have to ask "How do you spell that?" seven hundred times. Now in the Series, there's sort of a running gag about initials -- lots of notes and letters and journals and such are just signed with the character's initials so you can't really be sure who wrote what or knows what, etc. So in an attempt to be clever, I wrote "LG" on my sticky note.

When I got to the front of the line, I was all ready for him to appreciate my little joke, but instead the conversation went like this:

LS: "What's this? 'LG'? Don't you want me to know what your name is?"

me: "Wha? No, I..."

LS: *sigh* "No, no, you're right. It's better this way. Because if I found out your name, we'd get to talking, and soon I'd ask for your number, and I'd call you up and take you out for a coffee, and I'd be witty and you'd be charming and it would all go really wonderfully, but eight months from now we'd be just like every other couple arguing down on the street, so yes, it's better like this."

And in my book he wrote: "To LG, 31.X.06, with A.D.R."*


*"A.D.R." in case you're not a Lemony Snicket person, is "all due respect," the way he ends all his notes to the reader.