I am officailly  getting old. I know this because I went to an amusement park with 3 of my friends last Thursday and we didn’t fight. No one in the group ever threw a hissy fit about not getting their way, we walked at a leisurely pace and no one need, absolutely had to try, to win some ugly stuffed toy. I was pleased by this, and felt relaxed and not exhilarated by the whole experience. That is how I know I’m getting old.

I went to see The Dark Knight twice…in the same day…I had my reasons. And I have to say I wasn’t so sad about Heath Ledger being dead before (I didn’t see A Knights Tale until a year ago which is, as I understand it, the way that most girls came to love him), but after seeing his take on the Joker, I am really very sorry that he is no longer amoung the living. He was absolutely fantastic. I have never hated and loved a movie character so much. I also haven’t enjoyed a movie so much in years.

After the movies, there was camping. From Friday night to Sunday afternoon. Interesting experience, that. It rained most of the time and I barely slept. I think the best parts were getting to throw a frisbee around which I really enjoy doing and rarely do, and being introduced to cheese burger pizza. I have about 30 bug bites to show for the whole thing and I’m hoping they’ll clear up before I have to be all pretty for my cousins wedding in a week and a half. My brother in-law commented that I look like a leper, or maybe he said leapred. Hmmm, anyway.

And throughout all of this I’ve been pondering what it means to be an adult and what the criteria is for being one. Still working on the check list, I’ll probably post it at somepoint.

By the way, you all remember Jay and Silent Bob? Yeah, there’s this movie called “Lady is a Vamp”, don’t bother. Really. Don’t. Unless you happen to like soft core, vaguely humorus, bad vampire movies. Then by all means.