<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:29:08.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aventuras:  A Cross Country Adventure With Two White Vans and a handful of Actors.</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog promises many adventures.

Here's my disclaimer, y'all:  *This crazy cool blog is a creation of myself, they call me *tina*, an actress in the Kennedy Center Imagination Celebration on Tour Production of "Alexander Who's Not Going to Move." The opinions expressed in this blog are solely mine (mine, mine, mine!) and do not necessarily reflect the opinions of the Kennedy Center, its board, or employees. Additionally, this blog is not supported by the Kennedy Center.*

Got it???</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>276</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-114574312071449916</id><published>2006-04-22T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T17:58:40.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To All My Loyal Readers</title><content type='html'>Some of you may be asking yourselves: now that tour is over...will the blog continue? Will the blog live on??? What the heck is Cristina doing with her free time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry the answer to these questions has been so long awaited...but I'm in Va Beach, and my parents have dial-up. No, that wasn't a typo. They don't have cable either. It's like living in the 1950s... just kidding mom and dad :). Thanks for the free food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I typically use my dad's computer to sign online because I can't get my gmail on my mom's comp, but my dad's comp won't let me do blogger! Soooo...I finally made it over to my mom's comp, and I'm typing this message to all of you...the loyal few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So listen. Here's the scoop. I love blogging. I love random adventures. And I love telling stories! So, I've decided that as long as the adventures and funny stories keep coming, I'll keep blogging! But to distinguish between the tour blog (that started it all) and my new real-life blog, I will be starting a brand new blog website...with a new URL. Goodbye "Aventuras" with your pick background...hello new blog! I will probably wait until I've got some sort of high speed connection, which may be in a week, or if I find a cafe around here it'll be sooner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But check back because I'll put a link to the blog on here for y'all...easy peasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently gleefully unemployed...and next week I will be attending a bartending course here in Va Beach! Oh, you know that will create some great stories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you all get the (not so distinct) pleasure of seeing some random pictures that were on my mom's computer.  It's baby Cristina! Well not really baby...but high school (and that is getting farther and farther away...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/crisver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/crisver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is me after a perfeormance of The Sound of Music.  I played Maria...the singing nun!  That little doll, Veronica, was our gretyl.  I just got a message from her on mySpace and she's like 14 now.  That made me throw up a little in my mouth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Wow.  Dial-up is so slow that you all only get ONE PICTURE.  I have no patience for this.  Remember to check back for the new link sometime in the next week or so...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-114574312071449916?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/114574312071449916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=114574312071449916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114574312071449916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114574312071449916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-all-my-loyal-readers.html' title='To All My Loyal Readers'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-114502469246222101</id><published>2006-04-14T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T10:24:52.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.</title><content type='html'>Hi, everybody!!! I'm back (temporarily...I can't make any promises) from my disappearing act.  See, my parents have dial-up...and I don't even want to think about how long it would take to upload all my pictures on their computer...so now I'm up in DC (again, very temporarily) and using my friend Eric's high speed monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tour is over.  What am I doing now, y'all have asked?  Nothing!  Well nothing, if nothing meaning I'm running around all day every day looking for a place to live and a job to pay the bills, and auditioning, and seeing wonderful friends, etc, etc, etc.  I took the bus up from Va Beach on Sunday for some auditions up here in DC this week, and I've been staying with Eric in Dupont (love the house!) and Koffi of course! Koffi the wonder dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some picture galleries for you.  The first group of pictures is the cast and crews last night together.  We all went to an Italian restaurant to celebrate the end of the tour with pasta, wine and BREAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/Cristina%27s%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/Cristina%27s%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/Cristina%27s%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/Cristina%27s%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/Cristina%27s%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/Cristina%27s%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/Cristina%27s%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/Cristina%27s%20008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/Cristina%27s%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/Cristina%27s%20006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went back to the hotel bar for some chatting. And fun with roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/Cristina%27s%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/Cristina%27s%20013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/Cristina%27s%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/Cristina%27s%20015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/Cristina%27s%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/Cristina%27s%20010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of the best parts of being back in DC, other than the fact that it's gorgeous out, and this city is beautiful in the spring, is seeing my wonderful wonderful friends.  Matty.  You make me laugh so hard.  Matt is a famous composer.  No.  Really.  He's famous in Shirlington and parts of Europe.  And those men behind him think he's the coolest. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/Cristina%27s%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/Cristina%27s%20017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/Cristina%27s%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/Cristina%27s%20019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/Cristina%27s%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/Cristina%27s%20020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/Cristina%27s%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/Cristina%27s%20021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/Cristina%27s%20018.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/Cristina%27s%20018.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and Matt cooking up a wonderful gourmet concoction.  They rock my world.  I only wish I had gotten a picture of the babushka!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright folks...more to come.  I'm probably going to redirect how I do the blog...maybe even start a new one...but, of course, I'll be sure to put the link on here.  I just think it would be nice to seperate the tour blog from a "normal" one...but then again, what is normal.  Who am I kiddin.  Ain't gonna be nothing normal about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Ciao**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-114502469246222101?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/114502469246222101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=114502469246222101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114502469246222101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114502469246222101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/04/finally.html' title='Finally.'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-114452595987475478</id><published>2006-04-08T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:37:19.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All done.</title><content type='html'>Okay people.  Listen...I'm all done with tour!!!! And I have pictures from our last night out and everything.  But I am running around like a chicken with my head cut off.  I promise to update tomorrow.  PROMISE.  And my promises are golden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-114452595987475478?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/114452595987475478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=114452595987475478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114452595987475478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114452595987475478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/04/all-done.html' title='All done.'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-114386710512231955</id><published>2006-03-31T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T23:51:45.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Newark, NJ and NYC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HI, JOE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We rolled up into Newark, NJ on Tuesday night. Some of you know that I have two "big brothers" from Newark: Joe and Bruce. Joe was my RA my sophomore year of college, and Bruce is his friend from...gosh...grade school? They've known each other for a long time. And they are my big brothers. It's complicated, but I'll just leave it at that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Joe likes my blog. And, gosh, that makes me super happy :). So this entry is dedicated to Joe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bruce was in Vienna, Austria when I was in Newark, so we couldn't have a full big brothers/little sister reunion, but Joe and I had a great time at a local diner. Did you know diners serve margeritas? And GOOD ones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jow (that's not a typo) and me at the diner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The next day we had a day off. I went with Caitlin into NYC to meet up with her friend, Gina, who is getting married in July. Caitlin is the maid of honor, and today was all about veil shopping! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But first, Barry had a little bit of adventure in NY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Barry loves New York's finest.  Especially the cute ones in Times Square!  Oh wait...maybe that's ME...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3319.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Barry loves his NY pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are Caitlin and her friend, Gina.  In Gina's hand is the perfect veil!  But I won't say anything about what it looks like, cause Dustin's a sneaky guy and he'll probably find this site!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday we left our Newark hotel at 7:30am to make it to our Staten Island venue by 8:30...we rolled up about 8:45.  Damn that morning NY rush hour.  This morning was a special show, because Emily came to see it!  If you wanna know about Emily, click on the September (or maybe it's August) archive.  Emily and I go way back.  Back to ballet class. Back to snowmen in our yards facing each other.  Back to over-alls and yellow boots.  Way back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emily and me after the show on the Staten Island Ferry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emily gave me beautiful Freesia flowers, and they have been brightening up the van in the cup holder :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last night we stayed somewhere in NJ...Leisure Park?  Lakewood?  Something.  We got in at 11:30pm, after being up at 6:45am...wow.  This morning we got up and headed to the theater at 8:15am.  It was beautiful outside...so I had to immediately FREE THE TOES!  Right in the breakfast nook of the hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get them off!  Free the toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I. was. exhausted.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you believe I ran into Joe on my way to the breakfast nook...DOING HIS LAUNDRY!?  Can you even believe it???  What a silly head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the show today....loading it out.  Get it OUTTA HERE.  3 shows left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-114386710512231955?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/114386710512231955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=114386710512231955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114386710512231955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114386710512231955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/03/newark-nj-and-nyc.html' title='Newark, NJ and NYC'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-114351882353354879</id><published>2006-03-27T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T23:07:15.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Concord, NH...ONE WEEK LEFT</title><content type='html'>We have &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE WEEK LEFT!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; And that's cause for celebration!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley and I wanted to make a special "one week left" video. Weeeell, it was a little more of a challenge than we thought it would be. JJP should keep his theater job, and stay out of film (just kidding!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blooper One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=qJpg5MSSOBU"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=qJpg5MSSOBU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blooper Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=ITVG3yz-PQ4"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=ITVG3yz-PQ4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=lUu9e_Dodlw"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=lUu9e_Dodlw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, here are some things that happen when it's the end of tour and you are bored out of your mind and ready to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be in the last week of your 7 month tour IF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You let Santi do your hair for the show...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You wear two completely different socks to the theater because you were too tired to look for a matching pair that morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You get Patty McFatty to corn-row you hair. woah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today we are in Vermont, performing in a bordering New Hampshire city tomorrow.  We will be in NY tomorrow night.  Wha???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-114351882353354879?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/114351882353354879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=114351882353354879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114351882353354879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114351882353354879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/03/concord-nhone-week-left.html' title='Concord, NH...ONE WEEK LEFT'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-114330159736114849</id><published>2006-03-25T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T23:10:02.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Haven, CT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, folks! First off...I want to thank everyone who has sent me emails and messages regarding the headshots and which ones you like. I will post the final product when they are retouched and cropped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself now in New Haven, CT...home of Yale University, and (more importantly) Kelly...my best friend from college! We have spent more time together in the past three days than we have in the last 9 months, and I'm a happy clam! You might have heard things like, "Let me get my MONOCLE out and see what you have there!" or "Rrrrrrusty Scupper....ARGH!" if you were a fly on the wall around Kelly and me. Here are some photos from the lovely visit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kelly and I ran into this HUGE sign for Alexander while walking around New Haven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next day, I went to the spa to use a gift certificate Kelly gave me for Christmas. Caitlin came, too, and we explored Bridgeport a little after our appointments.  Here we are at Bridgeport park.  The camera is on a shoe, and right before this picture snapped, the wind picked up and the camera started to teeter.  Hence, the huge smiles and laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That night, Kelly and Caitlin and I went out for some Connecticut seafood.  This is Kelly struggling to reach the drive-up ATM.  "Can't they make ATMs for normal cars!  Something in between the SUV and the sedan at least!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At Lenny's...Lenny's only accepts cash.  Hmmm...interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Firehouse 12.  Kelly and Caitlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Firehazard, I mean Firehouse 12...Me and Kelly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3257.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After my show the next day.  I love Kelly!  She's so cute in her scrubs!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I simply can't keep up with the blog with the speed we are taking on the country.  We just performed at UConn in Storrs, CT...and now we are in Concord, NH.  Yikes!  All this in 2 days.   8 DAYS LEFT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-114330159736114849?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/114330159736114849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=114330159736114849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114330159736114849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114330159736114849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-haven-ct.html' title='New Haven, CT'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-114299441807380589</id><published>2006-03-21T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:26:58.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Headshots...not quite "finished"...what do you think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/hs3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/hs3.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/headshotfinal.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/headshotfinal.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/final.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/final.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/final1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/final1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/hs.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I got some new headshots taken in Chicago by a good friend of a good friend. Here's are a couple of the ones I picked...they haven't been retouched or cropped yet (for those of you who don't know...the photographer will retouch the picture with photoshop...clean up stuff, under eyes, hair, blah blah)  What do you think? Anyone have a favorite? Go ahead and leave a comment and let me know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-114299441807380589?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/114299441807380589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=114299441807380589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114299441807380589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114299441807380589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-headshotsnot-quite-finishedwhat-do.html' title='New Headshots...not quite &quot;finished&quot;...what do you think?'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-114299129702651757</id><published>2006-03-21T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:28:14.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strep, Cont'd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all better! But here are some pictures from when I had just received my diagnosis, and I met up with my buddy Eric from Willy Wonka! And then we ran into Matt at Ray's Pizza! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and my push-pop...makes my sore throat feel better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eric stuck around even though I was contageous...what a friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Matt and I worked it out at Ray's Pizza. Check out Matt's Willy Wonka blog at &lt;a href="http://www.gogloop.blogspot.com"&gt;www.gogloop.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; We are the tour bloggers!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right now we are in Buffalo, NY...One show tomorrow and then we drive 450 miles BACK TO CONNECTICUT. They are trying to kill us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-114299129702651757?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/114299129702651757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=114299129702651757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114299129702651757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114299129702651757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/03/strep-contd.html' title='Strep, Cont&apos;d.'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-114281279335454777</id><published>2006-03-19T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T20:51:20.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexandria, LA  (this is from a little while ago)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These pictures are slightly old, and this entry is overdue...but I left my camera at home the night in question, so I had to get these pictures from Miss Moria! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, we had to create our own experience for Mardi Gras, but there was another Louisiana cultural experience that we found was ever-present. CRAWFISH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pictures say it all:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/100_0996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/100_0996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The restaurant we went to has some interesting specials.  Take a close look :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/100_0997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/100_0997.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caitlin...it's not nice to play with your food...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/100_0998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/100_0998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was a little scared, but I dug right in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/100_0999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/100_0999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what your fingers look like when you're eatin' Crawfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/100_1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/100_1000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Up close and personal with the Crawfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/100_1001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/100_1001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We finished 3 pounds.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you, Moria, for taking pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-114281279335454777?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/114281279335454777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=114281279335454777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114281279335454777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114281279335454777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/03/alexandria-la-this-is-from-little.html' title='Alexandria, LA  (this is from a little while ago)'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-114250861766319468</id><published>2006-03-16T06:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T06:30:17.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am alive!  Barely...</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody...I am sitting in my best friend's Brooklyn apartment. Awake at 6am due to the persistant pain that continues to plague my throat. Yes, folks, that's right, I have been diagnosed with Strep...yeeee haw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew to New York on Monday planning to hit a bunch of auditions while I was hear, but that didn't happen after the sore throat I had had during two of the past shows just kept getting worse and worse, and the amount of Motrin I took didn't seem to put a dent in the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best part of the story is that I was in Times Square, suffering, and thought to myself "There ain't no way in HELL that I'm going to get in to see a doctor today." Well, would you believe that I did. Walked right in, with NO wait!? Pat told me about a little clinic in the Duane Read drugstore On 51st and Broadway that he gets his flu shots at...aparently, since it was a super nice day outside, no one wanted to take the time to go to the doctor, and I was seen immediately! My doc (a nurse practitioner--go Kelly!) was awesome, very friendly, and gave me the name of a great ENT in New York to see about maybe getting these troublesome tonsils taken out. Hey, as long as I get to eat ice cream, I'm all for it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't have my camera connection with me, but I promise to update the blog as soon as I get back to my own computer. As for now, I can tell you briefly about my experience in Chicago, which was awesome. What a great city! Too bad it gets so cold in the winter. Gosh, I just don't know if I could handle that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some new headshots in Chicago, taken by a friend of a friend, and they turned out great! When I pick the final shot, and it is cropped and retouched, I'll be sure to put it on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Joe, from DC joined me in Chicago Saturday evening. We had a drink at the John Hancock building, dined on Chicago "Stuffed" Pizza (Soooooooo deliscious), and saw a performance by The Second City comedy troupe. The performance was entitled "Iraqtile Disfunction", and although it had many political references (what sketch comedy doesn't?) it wasn't completely focused on it. I was suprised at how funny it was...I don't think I've laughed so hard in a long long time. It's like a Saturday Night Live type review show, except so much better because they can be over the top eccentric and crazy since they don't have to appeal to a standard television audience. Really really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/john%20hancock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/john%20hancock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The view in the evening from the 96th floor of the John Hancock building.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/Giordanos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/Giordanos1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This sign hangs in Giordano's Pizza, where we dined on Chicago style pizza...mmmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/second_city_sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/second_city_sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Second City is amazing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Alright, folks...stay tuned, I promise more updates later.  And say a little prayer, or whatever you say that this sore throat goes away PRONTO!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-114250861766319468?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/114250861766319468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=114250861766319468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114250861766319468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114250861766319468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-alive-barely.html' title='I am alive!  Barely...'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-114128057764673314</id><published>2006-03-02T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T01:22:57.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan and Miss Laquita...live.</title><content type='html'>This is my first attempt to add a video to the blog.  If it works, I will definitely be adding more!  I haven't had any luck with "embedding" a video, so you'll just have to follow this link.  Trust me, it's worth it :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=evlVj2aoBQg"&gt;www.youtube.com/watch?v=evlVj2aoBQg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-114128057764673314?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/114128057764673314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=114128057764673314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114128057764673314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114128057764673314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/03/jordan-and-miss-laquitalive.html' title='Jordan and Miss Laquita...live.'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-114127537525608873</id><published>2006-03-01T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T01:13:24.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange, TX--HOME COOKIN'  and Alexandria, LA--MARDI GRAS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Orange, TX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Apparently, Orange, TX is on the map when it comes to children's tours. Is it because of the superior stage quality? The acoustics of the theater? The fabulously luxurious dressing rooms? None of the above. It's because of the volunteer ushers, a group of local retirees, that create a bangin' home cooked pot luck lunch for the casts that come through their theater. Since children's shows are typically performed during the day, they make this lunch a ritual for all the hungry actors that perform on their stage. To a touring actor, this is Nirvana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The food. A table full of delectible entrees prepared by Orange locals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's one happy cast and crew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was quickly becoming part of the clean plate club (numbers 1, 2, and 3!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After lunch, the gentlemen helped with load out. Bless their hearts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While Miss Laquita taught a few of us some dance moves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss Laquita was the bomb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MARDI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GRAS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we gorged ourselves on food, we hit the road for Louisiana. How amazing, we would be in Lousiana for Mardi Gras!, we thought. Weeeeell, it seems that most of festivities in parts of Louisiana other than New Orleans take place on the weekend before, since it's the middle of the week and folks have to get to work and what not. This did not, I repeat DID NOT hinder our fun. Our motto? Create your own fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jordan, Santi and I started the night out with an Irish Car Bomb. Good idea, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mmmm...so tasty. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened, I'm not exactly sure. Something about Caitlin daring Santi to kiss her...gosh, I'm not completely sure. But he got up and attacked her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Caitlin is caught off guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. The attack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. The elbow to the gut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next, there was some discussion of cup size. No, not cups of beer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The following pictures depict the old adage: you can grab your friends, you can grab your boob, but you can't grab your friends boob...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let the games begin...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3054.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3054.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3083.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3083.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3069.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3069.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The end."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Alexandria, LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After that fabulous night on the town, Caitlin and I were motivated enough to go out and explore Alexandria in the light of day. Just like the empty bar on 3rd street, most of the town seemed empty as well. When we stopped at a local coffee show, the man who fixed our lattes said "Shops? Oh, no, there aren't any shops. We're working on that. There are plans. Come back in 5 years!" He gaveus a big smile. Cute. We had a couple of delicious sandwiches and then walked along the Red River in the beautiful 75 degree sun...ahhhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3105.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3105.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This cutie guy was on the side of a building...not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Historical sights! YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caitlin makes a phone call at the phone booth. Except...she has to use her own cell phone, these phone booths had been gutted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big ups to Lousiana. At least the weather's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-114127537525608873?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/114127537525608873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=114127537525608873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114127537525608873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114127537525608873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/03/orange-tx-home-cookin-and-alexandria.html' title='Orange, TX--HOME COOKIN&apos;  and Alexandria, LA--MARDI GRAS!!!'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-114109745636027897</id><published>2006-02-27T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T22:32:44.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/baby.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/320/baby.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was just a normal, boring travel day...until we stopped for lunch and there was a pick-up truck full of beautiful puppies in the parking lot! We're all a little puppy crazy, so we ran over to get some puppy love before we had to hit the road again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THIS IS A SPECIAL FEATURE to my blog...called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;WHAT NOT TO WEAR ON TOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Thank you, Patrick A. Elliot, for giving me the material to work with for this special feature. I couldn't have done it without you. Perhaps we will see this feature again, that is if you wear something else crinkle crunkle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um...no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-114109745636027897?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/114109745636027897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=114109745636027897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114109745636027897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114109745636027897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/02/puppy-love.html' title='Puppy Love'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-114101290267369644</id><published>2006-02-26T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T23:01:43.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fort Worth/Dallas/Richardson, TX</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;On Saturday I rented a car in San Antonio and drove apart from the group to catch an audition in Fort Worth about 4 and a half hours away, conveniently on the way to Richardson which was our next stop on the tour.  So I did the audition, and then hit the road to see my cousin, Scott who lives in Dallas.  I had dinner with him and his friend's parents at Blue Fish, a delicious sushi place.   I went back to Scott's apartment to see his place and watch the UT basketball game.  Very fun!  Hanging out in an apartment is sooooo much better than a hotel room.  Today I had two shows and then dinner with Scott and a friend.  It's been a wild weekend, and we're about to go from Texas to Louisiana and back to Texas again.  Gotta love this "Star of David" tour!  Here are some pictures from the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Posted at the Eismann Center in Richardson...what a great reminder for the divas of the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_3002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_3002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scott and me in front of my hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-114101290267369644?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/114101290267369644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=114101290267369644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114101290267369644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114101290267369644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/02/fort-worthdallasrichardson-tx.html' title='Fort Worth/Dallas/Richardson, TX'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-114075387876557329</id><published>2006-02-23T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T23:44:33.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>College Station and San Antonio, TX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A couple of days ago we rolled up to College Station, TX, home of the A &amp; M Aggies.  We did two days of shows there, although it really all seems like a blur cause I've been fighting off a wicked cold for the past few days.  But that didn't stop us from having fun as always.  Here are some pictures from the campus of A &amp; M:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Patrick and I had some fun in the school bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Patty liked this bag a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Work out the A &amp; M gear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apparently, the students at A &amp; M like riding bikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, so.   Let me explain this picture.  You know how on college campuses there are tables set up for different organizations..."Sign up for Ultimate Frisbee!" "Join the Math Club!" Well, there were a few of these tables set up around the courtyard offering free snacks and pens and such.  I spotted these guys across the courtyard and HAD to go and get a free hug.  After I got my free hug and this picture I turned to the guy on the left and asked, "So what organization are you with?" "Oh," he said, "not with any organization.  This is just my third Wednsday out here giving out free hugs."  I didn't really know what to say.  This dude was just out there to get some hugs.  I guess there ain't nothing wrong with that.  Good for you, hug man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After our second show on our second day at College Station, we hit the road to San Antonio!  Today was a day off, and it was finally...GORGEOUS!  75 and sunny was a perfect day for seeing the Alamo and walking the River Walk.  Beautiful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2962.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;San Antonio's River Walk is lined with restaurants and shops, and is a perfect place to walk on a sunny day like today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2968.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some shadows provided by the high San Antonio sun.  Mike, Jordan, me, and Caitlin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caitlin and me outside the Alamo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2963.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's always polite for gentlemen to remove their hats!  This sign outside the Alamo reminds us of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the courtyard at the Alamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BARRY is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2988.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2988.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Barry poses with the Alamo is the distance.  It makes him feel heroic and proud. "Remember the Alamo." --Direct, and original quote from Barry D. Gnome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2991.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although Mike wears black...he's on our side.  He's a good cowboy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shows in San Antonio tomorrow!  Then it's off to Richardson on Saturday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-114075387876557329?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/114075387876557329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=114075387876557329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114075387876557329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114075387876557329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/02/college-station-and-san-antonio-tx.html' title='College Station and San Antonio, TX'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-114056961913190012</id><published>2006-02-21T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T00:20:54.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When I think about...(computer chair required)--Abilene Cont'd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had two whole days off in Abilene, and y'all know how rare two whole days of is! Friday night, Caitlin, Joe and I headed to a bar called "Cowboys" to check out the free admission for ladies, 75 cent longnecks, and singing contest. Well, the website was wrong, so we shelled out $3 bucks each and started a tab instead. The bar was pretty dead, and we found out this was due to the "monster truck show" in town that night. People watching was hilarious. We got to know the people in the bar by the nicknames we had created for them: vest guy, hand man (a guy who danced the two step with a very spastic leading hand), red shirt guy, etc. Joe and I got up and danced a little two-step (he taught me, and it was a blast).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On our way out, I turned to Caitlin and said "Boy, I'm hungry" and sure enough a couple of guys came up to talk to us while we waited for our cab. They were about to go to IHOP right by our restaurant, and why don't we join them. We met up with them at IHOP about 20 minutes later, and the place was PACKED. Since the bars close at 12 midnight in Abilene on Friday nights (I KNOW...DISGUSTING!) people need a place to go! It was wild. I think we waited in line for about 30 minutes just to pay, at 2:30 in the morning mind you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2934.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Carl (Prince William for short)...Abilene tour guide, theater-goer, ranch lover, hat wearer, sentimental, goofy...well, I could go on and on...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Carl loves his ranch dressing. Really, this was to prove a point to me and Caitlin, and it ruined his meal. Sorry, darlin!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IHOP fun :). Does everyone see Billy Bob Thorton!? (Here's your picture, Dave!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cover band love at "The Zone". Why were they singing "Hotel California" when I walked in...I miss my band!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These guys rocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today in College Station. What a sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2942.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These Texans are NOT playing around. Can you picture a Virginia shaped stepping stone, or a New York shaped stepping stone? Naaaaah. Texas is serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The Actors" in College Station, TX.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, yeah, we're in College Station now. Today we performed two shows at Texas A &amp;amp; M. Apparently, the A and the M stood for Agriculture and Mechanical, but hasn't stood for that since the 60's. Now it's just the letters. But, come on now...that's sort of silly. It's not like people will forget what they stood for. Initials without a word. Like Harry S Truman or something. Okay, I'm going to go to bed now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-114056961913190012?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/114056961913190012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=114056961913190012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114056961913190012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114056961913190012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-i-think-aboutcomputer-chair.html' title='When I think about...(computer chair required)--Abilene Cont&apos;d.'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-114013794416760934</id><published>2006-02-16T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T19:59:04.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abilene, TX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas is a proud state. Everything is labeled "Texas". Everything is stamped with a Texas star. We have only just arrived to this special state, but I have a funny feeling if we're not careful we'll all be stamped with a little star somewhere by the time we leave in March. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/400/IMG_2929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything's bigger in Texas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-114013794416760934?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/114013794416760934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=114013794416760934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114013794416760934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114013794416760934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/02/abilene-tx_16.html' title='Abilene, TX'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-114006200520136913</id><published>2006-02-15T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T23:05:15.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making our way to Texas...</title><content type='html'>Alrighty, I promise more fun pictures to come, because I'm currently writing from Texas. It's warm: my flip-flops are on, and I've been running outside. Brilliant! Here are some pictures from the road to Texas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiffin, Ohio had these squirrel mascots. Caitlin doesn't like squirrels. They got in a fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tax time equals fun hats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Alma, Arkansas we performed at a high school/performing arts center and got to eat in the high school cafeteria. We GORGED ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mmm...Patrick thinks this bandana/ascot is cute. Yeah. Look at Ashley's face in the background...I agree, girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We are in Texarkana, TX currently, right on the border of Arkansas and Texas. Tomorrow we travel to Abilene, TX and have a couple of days off, so you know there are going to be some adventures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-114006200520136913?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/114006200520136913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=114006200520136913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114006200520136913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/114006200520136913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/02/making-our-way-to-texas.html' title='Making our way to Texas...'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113938011105670111</id><published>2006-02-08T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T01:28:31.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting with Aunt Debbie...first time since 1994!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Today, my lovely Aunt Debbie of Minneapolis, Minnesota traveled through sleet and rain and tornados to see my show.  Okay, maybe there weren't any tornados, or sleet or rain for that matter...but it's cold here in Minnesota!  It was wonderful to see, you, Aunt Debbie!  Thank you for coming, and thank you for spending the afternoon with me!  I hope you like the Wallace and Gromit DVD :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Aunt Debbie after the show.  See where I get my theatrical flair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/Love%20That%20Beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/Love%20That%20Beer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoying a microbrew at Granite City for lunch.  Woo, we stuffed ourselves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awww...feel the love in the Valentine's Day section in Target.  My aunt is as obsessed with taking pictures as I am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Super day, super fun...let's not wait another 10 years until we meet again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113938011105670111?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113938011105670111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113938011105670111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113938011105670111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113938011105670111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/02/visiting-with-aunt-debbiefirst-time.html' title='Visiting with Aunt Debbie...first time since 1994!'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113925645608733082</id><published>2006-02-06T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T15:07:36.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Madison, WI and the Superbowl in room 305 (St. Cloud, Minnesota)</title><content type='html'>What a disappointment. To spend only 12 hours in a town as cute at Madison, WI! We were only there for the night, just passing through, but from what I saw, I'd like to go back. So far, Wisconsin has impressed me all around for friendly people, clean urban areas, and neat shopping and restaurants. Oh, one downside however...IT'S SO FREAKIN COLD! We ventured out to a couple of bars...not too many pictures...here are two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="30" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2901.0.jpg" width="87" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Moria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2903.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These girls can touch their noses with their tongues. So weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sadly, we left Madison the next morning and mosied on to Minnesota. Even colder. Greeeeeat. Last night was the Superbowl, and we had a lovely party in room 305 (Patty and Santi's room). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Caitlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Patty, Ashley, Jordan, and Santi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Patty asked me if he could make a tattoo on my arm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;awww...he is so proud of his work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so am I!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2912.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2912.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sam, Ashley's BF is here visiting from Minneapolis!  Look at how he's watching football and Ashley's cheesin for the camera.  Cute :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today is a day off, and tomorrow we have two shows.  I get to see Aunt Debbie...the family month begins!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113925645608733082?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113925645608733082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113925645608733082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113925645608733082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113925645608733082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/02/madison-wi-and-superbowl-in-room-305.html' title='Madison, WI and the Superbowl in room 305 (St. Cloud, Minnesota)'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113890659724585515</id><published>2006-02-02T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T13:56:37.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pictures</title><content type='html'>Hi, everyone! Glad you're still tuning in to see what kind of raucous and vulgar adventures we're up to in month 5 of the tour. Unfortunately, things have been a tad "boring" lately. Hey, no news is good news...but it doesn't make for good blogging. So, to make up for lack of interesting surroundings, I am doing a little flashback post. Here are some pictures that never quite made it to the blog for one reason or another, but are worth viewing! Hope you get a chuckle out of them, and they keep you coming back for more :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me teaching Mikey how to knit a scarf for his girlfriend. Everyone on the tour has knitted...except Joe. I'll get you Joe! And your little dog, too!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2228.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2228.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember the BBQ in Arizona, by the pool, in NOVEMBER. Ahhh...those were the days. I can't wait for Texas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The hanging lamps in Fazoli's make cool hats!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, Lafayette, KS!  I can't believe someone actually printed that out for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We drove by the town of Truth or Consequences. Very neat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2649.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2649.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cutest roommates on tour. If you disagree, I'll fight you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/alex%20santi"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/alex%20santi%27s%20pics%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jordan thinks he's so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/alex%20santi"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/alex%20santi%27s%20pics%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Santi's a copycat :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(My butt, above. Ashley butt, below)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_1783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_1783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santi. This is so wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_1397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_1397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The story behind this one is...I ate some Indian food one night. It was a spinach meal that you heat up in the microwave. I didn't have any bowls, so I used these two hotel mugs. When Patty came over, Jordan and I convinced him that these dirty mugs had been left in the room and I found them when I got there...ewww!!! What's in there!!! I put the mug to my mouth, and looked like I was going to lick it, and Patty nearly passed out. That's when we told him the truth. Awww...tour antics are the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/alex%20santi"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/alex%20santi%27s%20pics%20004.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm watching you. I can be scary in the van sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2461.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2461.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the best sign I've ever seen. We should definitely try to find the story behind this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright folks, there you have it. Random pictures are fun, aren't they? As soon as more adventures hit, I promise to get to posting NEW pictures. Right now we're in Fostoria, Ohio. Yeah, don't hold your breath :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113890659724585515?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113890659724585515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113890659724585515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113890659724585515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113890659724585515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/02/random-pictures.html' title='Random Pictures'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113864512774406233</id><published>2006-01-30T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T13:21:58.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, guys!  It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So we're in Elizabethtown, KY...yup, same as the film. It's a town about 40 miles outside Louisville...and we've had two days off here. Thing is, a couple of us weren't around yesterday to enjoy it...cause we went to an audition in St. Louis! Santi, Patrick, Joe and I went to the local call for Stages St. Louis. 5 hours there, and 5 hours back. But hey, we are "the actors"--sorry, private joke for those of us in the rental car. Never got old. "Man, I didn't ask the people in Fazoli's if they have an actor discount."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santi looking smashing at 6:30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me, on the other hand, I was determined to get some beauty sleep. Man, I really look like a diva in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2865.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********Audition********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aaaaand, home again. Not much to do but organize receipts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The actors"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, yeah I'm glad we went. It was a good audition experience! Here are some other Kentucky images.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are in the land of sweet tea. And I am one happy girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Barry! What are you doing!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Hey, man. That stuff you gave me is WHACK. It's Sweet N Lo!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want to say, this was in no way my idea :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113864512774406233?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113864512774406233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113864512774406233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113864512774406233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113864512774406233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/01/sorry-guys-its-been-while.html' title='Sorry, guys!  It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113797947733203659</id><published>2006-01-22T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T23:43:18.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Omaha, NE...SO much has happened!</title><content type='html'>This entry will be in chapters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Omaha on Thursday evening, and Friday morning Joe, Ashley, Patrick and I were picked up at the hotel and taken to the local Children's Hospital, a beautiful 3 year old facility. Patrick and I were escorted to the toddler floor and visited kids there...talking to them about our show, and giving them an Alexander book, donated by local Omaha physicians. We met kids with various levels of illness, some more obvious than others. My favorite was Emily, a beautiful 3-y-o with cancer, who had just had a chemo treatment. She was quiet but incredibly alive in her eyes, smile, and laugh. What beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here we are after our visit at the Children's Hospital.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We had a show that night at 7:30pm, which went great, and then it was....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAITLIN'S 30's BDAY CELEBRATION!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was our lovely stage manager's birthday, and being that she's a good Irish girl, we celebrated at a bar so perfectly called...The Dubliner :). Not the one we're all so fond of in DC, but close enough. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Guinness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Side ponytails rule.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2751.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2758.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2766.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2766.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2767.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2767.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Caitlin is the epitomy of SEXY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2767.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2780.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2780.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2781.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2781.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What DO you do with a drunken sailor????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A 30th b-day buddy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So I MAY have asked the Irish musician if he MIGHT embarass Caitlin for her bday, and he MAY have suggested something called the "Unicorn Song" and Caitlin MIGHT have almost blown a fuse when I told her she was doing it but she MAY have done it anyway!!! The musician had a guy named John come up and help Cailtin out...and how about he humped her when the song got to the "the horniest of all was the unicorn" part of the song! It was pretty hilarious...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/caitlin"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/caitlin%27s%20bday%20038.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Caitlin shocked...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Caitlin giving it RIGHT BACK! haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2832.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2832.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After a long night at the bar...Jordan, Ashley and I were hungry. So we hit the snack machine. Which MAY have been right next to the fitness room...I think we got a little distracted :).  Notice how I'm double fisting the snacks.  I was starvin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Orpheum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The theater we performed in on Friday and Sat. in Omaha was beautiful. Built in the 20s, it was originally built for the vaudeville circuit, was once turned into a movie theater, and once almost destroyed...but it did survive, and we had the priviledge of playing there...stunning!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For more information on the history of this theater, visit &lt;a href="http://www.omahaperformingarts.org/or_history.asp"&gt;THE ORPHEUM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;At the Dubliner the night of Caitlin's birthday, I made some new friends :).  Juanita, Samuel and David from Columbia (not South Carolina...South AMERICA). Juanita lives in North Carolina and was visiting, but David is a Master's student in Omaha, and Samuel works there. They all went to high school together in Columbia.  Saturday night they were my tour guides and took we to a totally swanky lounge called RED in West Omaha...On the way Samuel drove us through a very elite neighborhood in Omaha with gigantic mansions, one used to be owned by the owner of Kentucky Fried Chicken...Omaha. Who knew? OH, and my new friends came to the show on Saturday...they're super duper :).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"RED" A very cool bar!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My new friends:  Samuel, Juanita, and David.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me, David and Juanita&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Samuel is trying to explain the geography of Omaha to me using the stirrers in his drink. Very fun :).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This guy was having a great time at the bar.  He deserved to get his picture taken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, I think Omaha provided was too much entertainment for one city.  Thank you to Samuel, David and Juanita for making me feel at home.  Next stop:  Indianapolis...wait, haven't we been there once before??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113797947733203659?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113797947733203659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113797947733203659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113797947733203659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113797947733203659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/01/omaha-neso-much-has-happened.html' title='Omaha, NE...SO much has happened!'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113763884749377154</id><published>2006-01-18T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T21:47:27.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Biking in Kansas</title><content type='html'>With a day off, and not that much money left in our bank accounts (payday is Friday!) I was delighted to see a sign at the front desk of our hotel saying there were bikes for rent...$2 and hour! And the girl at the front desk informed me that the bike trail was just outside the hotel. Deal, I'm in. I convinced Santi and Mike to join me, and we biked all the way to Clinton Lake...10 miles round trip...just as the sun was going down. It was cold, but very beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2674.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who says you can't hold hands while you bike?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love the sky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/biking%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/biking%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ballet goes with every activity :).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/biking%20002.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/biking%20002.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mikey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Clearly, this picture proves I was the FASTEST biker of the bunch...(ok maybe that's a lie, hehe).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Again, what a sky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kansas...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was what we saw on our way there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We made it all the way to the lake!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was a little cold, but they'll never know if you don't show it on yer face...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2691.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/biking%20007.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/biking%20007.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The sky was stunning on the way home...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tomorrow we're off to Omaha, NE.  Why are we going back north?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113763884749377154?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113763884749377154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113763884749377154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113763884749377154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113763884749377154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/01/biking-in-kansas.html' title='Biking in Kansas'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113747841559206107</id><published>2006-01-17T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T01:21:04.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Shopping in Lawrence, KS</title><content type='html'>Lawrence is a mecca of vintage stores...CHEAP vintage stores. In the "downtown" area there are a lot of eclectic boutiques along with the standard presence of Abercromie and Gap. These boutiques provided hours of entertainment. During our visit to one store in particular, Ashley was amused by me and Patty entering and exiting the dressing room wearing outrageous outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here, for YOUR entertainment and amusement, is a little vintage fashion show. Pictures taken by Ashley Honore, and a little spice added by Photo Impression :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/vintage10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/vintage10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/vintage11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/vintage11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/vintage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/vintage14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/vintage14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/vintage6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/vintage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/vintage13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/vintage13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/vintage9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/vintage9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 shows tomorrow at the Lied Center...University of Kansas. There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113747841559206107?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113747841559206107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113747841559206107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113747841559206107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113747841559206107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/01/vintage-shopping-in-lawrence-ks.html' title='Vintage Shopping in Lawrence, KS'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113737872325247900</id><published>2006-01-15T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T21:32:03.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Des Moines, IA</title><content type='html'>We had a day off in Des Moines yesterday, on our way to Kansas. The tour of the off-broadway show, ALTAR BOYZ, a musical parody featuring a Catholic boy band, was playing at the smaller sister theater to the one we're performing at in February. We caught the matinee which was...hysterical. We laughed our asses off, the boys were great, very talented, and hilarious. After the show, we caught a few of them outside the theatre and let them know we were fellow tourers...we set up plans to meet later that night for a collision of the tours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, though, Shannon, Caitlin and I saw a hockey game at the Wells Fargo Arena....the Detroit Stars vs. the...honesly, I have no idea...is that bad? It was a blast :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures from our collision of the tours at the Royal Mile...a bar in Des Moines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/des%20moines%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/des%20moines%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happiness is: a day off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/des%20moines%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/des%20moines%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Patty maaaaay have had a couple of drinks already...of apple juice of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/des%20moines%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/des%20moines%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Corey! Such a sweetheart and so talented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/des%20moines%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/des%20moines%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Corey and Eric were getting to know Jack pretty well last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/des%20moines%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/des%20moines%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Corey and I liked this sign. Did we want to sit upstairs? naaaaah...but we wanted to stand under it, just for fun :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/des%20moines%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/des%20moines%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Corey, me and Eric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hopefully when we come back in February, we'll be able to convince a few more of the guys to hang out with us (they were in the middle of a five show weekend)...but we'll have a 9:45 am show the next day...oh well, such is the price we pay for making new friends :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113737872325247900?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113737872325247900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113737872325247900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113737872325247900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113737872325247900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/01/des-moines-ia.html' title='Des Moines, IA'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113701867557296509</id><published>2006-01-11T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T17:42:51.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Appleton Cont'd--Party with the Locals!</title><content type='html'>We had a lovely 8am call at the Foxcities Performing Arts Center for a 9:30 show. This theater seats 2,100 and is only 3 years old...it's simply gorgeous! We immediately met Gerald, the stage manager of the theater...he's been on tour with Metallica and Tim McGraw, and runs the rock stage at a huge summer music fest in Milwaukee every year. Gerald hooked me up with a piano and a location for my audition video, which me and Santi taped after the show...went really well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of the inside of the theater:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/alex%20santi"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/alex%20santi%27s%20pics%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Gerald has created a bunch of colorful boards with Sharpee decorations and signatures from all the road companies that come through the theater. I love drawing, so I took one of our colorful programs from the Kennedy Center and replicated the picture on the board. It turned out great, and now Alexander will be remembered forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/alex%20santi"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/alex%20santi%27s%20pics%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gerald gave me a ton of beautifully colored Sharpees to color in the picture!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/alex%20santi"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/alex%20santi%27s%20pics.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Turned out goooooood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Later that night, Gerald gave some of us a ring and told us to meet him at the Speakeasy on the next block. We had a blast with our new friend and met some people that Gerald new who came in and out of the bar all night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank you for such a fun time, Gerald!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uh oh, the hoodie's on...I got made fun of a lot for this look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2668.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caitlin doesn't like it when I get up on chairs, for fear I may hurt myself...but if I do it reeeeally quickly, she doesn't catch me! And if there's really good music on...I just can't help it! (And Gerald is totally spotting me back there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shane, our bartender, had this awesome tattoo...Follow Your Dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shane--the best bartender in Appleton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at those mugs. Red heads rule...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We are now in Eau Claire...still in Wisconsin, and I'm glad. This state has been lovely so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113701867557296509?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113701867557296509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113701867557296509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113701867557296509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113701867557296509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/01/appleton-contd-party-with-locals.html' title='Appleton Cont&apos;d--Party with the Locals!'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113685993144355443</id><published>2006-01-09T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T21:30:27.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Appleton (Wisconsin, that is)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We left Michigan at 9 in the morning on Sunday and faced a 530 mile trek to Appleton, WI...it was about 11 hours in the car, but we finally arrived at our chilly destination. This morning Patty, Ashwee and I scheduled an 11am breakfast meeting to fuel up on bagels and muffins for an Appleton Adventure. Armed with maps and curiousity we hit the road for the post office...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is cold. Patrick and Ashley are troopers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Patrick took this candid shot of me intensely studying the map.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/P1090033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/P1090033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Must be a lot of tourism in Appleton, cause there was this map on the sidewalk.... but where are all the tourist?  Must be here in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This marquee is outside the theater we're performing at...which is right across the street from our hotel! Very convenient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the theater we're performing in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After our brief downtown adventure, which consisted of a Walgreen's visit, and me finding a music store where they are going to let me record an audition tape tomorrow, we organized an outing to the St. Mary's parish cemetary to view the gravesite of former Senator Joseph McCarthy, known for his leadership role in the Communist witchhunts of the 1940's and 50's. I parked the van in the middle of the cemetary and we all jumped out. Patrick yelled "First one to find his grave wins!" And we all went running. A woman at the St. Mary's Parish a few miles away told us  it was over-looking the water somewhere, so that was a big hint. I found it first and called to the rest of the crew to come join me. It was large well-kept tombstone with several smaller ones littered on the ground around it labeled "mother" and "father".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/eerie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/eerie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For more info on McCarthyism see: the &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/McCarthyism"&gt;McCarthyism entry in Wikepedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not least, we are left with this image of Appleton. When I entered the small sandwich shop that displays this sign and asked what "Free Smells" are, the teenage girl working behind the counter looked at me like I was one sandwich short of a picnic and replied, "They're just free...smells." And she was right, the pungent smell of fresh bread and sandwich fixin's filled the small shop. I was smelling, and I didn't have to pay for it. These smart Wisconsinites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2660.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tomorrow we perform at the theater across the street and I will make an audition tape...we'll see how that goes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113685993144355443?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113685993144355443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113685993144355443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113685993144355443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113685993144355443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/01/adventures-in-appleton-wisconsin-that.html' title='Adventures in Appleton (Wisconsin, that is)'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113679119256884946</id><published>2006-01-09T02:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T02:19:52.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sterling Heights/Clinton, MI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had the best hotel rooms in Sterling Heights, MI.  They had full kitchens, with DISHWASHERS...yes...and two seperate rooms for each roommate!  It was unreal.  So Santi decided to cook a cajun shrimp alfredo pasta for a couple of us.  It was awesome, except he burned the bread.  And that set off the extremely loud, extremely annoying fire alarm RIGHT when we were about to sit and eat and were starving.  Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2636.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2636.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Patty was working it out tryint to fan the smoke away from the fire alarm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2637.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2637.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cindy thought maybe covering it up would be helpful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2638.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2638.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santi was making sure that the one in the bedroom wasn't the culprit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2640.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2640.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, well, then Patty and I starting dancing with our towels.  We pretty much turn everything into a dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All was well, and the pasta was good even without the garlic bread!  Thank you, Santi! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113679119256884946?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113679119256884946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113679119256884946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113679119256884946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113679119256884946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/01/sterling-heightsclinton-mi.html' title='Sterling Heights/Clinton, MI'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113679030678616392</id><published>2006-01-09T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T02:05:06.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Law and Order</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/law-and-order-criminal-intent.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/law-and-order-criminal-intent.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're back on the road, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It can be a hard life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be far from home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your friends and your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But there's one thing to count on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're feeling alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Familiar faces and voices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That make you feel at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/law%20and%20order%20svu.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/law%20and%20order%20svu.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9 times out of 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It will definitely be on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Try TNT or USA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You won't have to wait long,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for one or the other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SVU or Criminal Intent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there's always the orginal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which is time well spent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Detectives Green and Briscoe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our original guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Olivia and Elliot &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uncovering lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goren and Eames&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Following intents that are criminal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;None of their case loads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;could be said to me minimal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(okay, give me a break...it's 2am..I'm strugglin here!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In conclusion, I say, we love this show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My roomie and me can never say no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the excitement, suspense, blood and gore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jailrooms and courtrooms, we always want more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you're looking for Ashley, or Cristina or either&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look in their room, ain't no coincidence neither&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That the TV will be on, and  you'll hear the "bum bum"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And these two girls will start to hum...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/law%20and%20order.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/law%20and%20order.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DA da da da da daaaaaa, dadada daaaaaaaaaaaa (Law and Order theme song...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Law and Order, we love you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113679030678616392?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113679030678616392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113679030678616392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113679030678616392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113679030678616392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/01/ode-to-law-and-order.html' title='Ode to Law and Order'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113617988302234002</id><published>2006-01-01T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T00:32:16.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy News Years!</title><content type='html'>What would possess me, you ask, to sit on a Greyhound bus for a total of 8 hours in less than 2 days when I'm about to hop back into La Fonda The Van and drive cross country for the next three months? Two words: Patrick O'Neill. My lil bro was having his first adult dinner party in his new swanky Borum Hill apartment (an apartment that I was supposed to be residing in with him until I got this tour!) and I had to, I repeat HAD TO be there. So, I dealt with the driving problem by agreeing to come right back the next day (New Years day...today in fact!) so I would have three full days to rest before hitting the road again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I putzed around yesterday morning, met the new housemate, Siebe, from Holland, wrote down some things for him (cell phone companies, places he could get internet, etc) and finally mobolized myself to catch a cab. After a lovely talk with the cab driver (as always) I arrived at the station just in time to catch the 12pm bus, which put me into NYC at 4:15. I caught the 2 train to Atlantic Ave. and walked around the corner to Pat's delectable apartment. He met me at the door int he courtyard...that's right courtyard :)...and led me upstairs. I haven't seen my Pat in, well...let's just say it's been too long. It was GREAT to see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My job was to light all the candles in the apartment...and there were a lot of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pat makes chocolate mousse with such style. Look at that leg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/pandc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/pandc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best Friends reunited at last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2620.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Miss Erin Graham was my New Years Kiss!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She got me right back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is a nice shot of Pat's beautiful apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glamorous. Taking out the trash from the party.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And random run-in in the city #2...Miss Laura Kutner...my freshman roomie from Catholic. Walkin down Conn. Ave...amazing. Love you, Laura.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113617988302234002?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113617988302234002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113617988302234002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113617988302234002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113617988302234002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-news-years.html' title='Happy News Years!'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113600776481616308</id><published>2005-12-31T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T21:36:21.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OHHHH...AND!</title><content type='html'>How about as I was leaving the Dubliner with my family...I hear "Cristina." and turn around to see none other than Mr. Jow (that's Joe with a "w") Sousa!!! And his beautiful fiance Maria! What a wonderful gift to run into my dear big brother like this. We had just talked to each other on IM the night before and lamented that we would be missing each other as I travelled to NY and he came down to DC at the same time. But we were able to see each other, in a huge city, by pure chance...and that's why I'm a VERY lucky girl. I love you, Jow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Joe, Maria, and Maria's brothers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113600776481616308?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113600776481616308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113600776481616308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113600776481616308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113600776481616308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/12/ohhhhand.html' title='OHHHH...AND!'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113600716616172545</id><published>2005-12-31T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T00:32:46.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official:  I have the best friends in the world!</title><content type='html'>So, at practically every show this week I have had someone there in the audience to see me. I feel so loved! I feel so grateful! My friends are super duper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was suprised by my old high school friends...Dorothy and Melissa, Tallwood reunited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charlie and I have a lot of pictures like this...happy and embracing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mark was like "Let's take a picture next to the sign so I can point to your name!" I said, "That's so funny because my mom said that same exact thing!" Mark responds "Well, I am your mom!" Oh, Marky...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And today, Chris and Vicky came with the kids!  Miss Sara and Mr. Connor are the family experts on what makes good children's theater!  A direct quote from Sara Bish about the show:  "It was incredible!!!"  I've done my job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the Dubliner for dinner after the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sara had no idea I was about to take a bite out of her!  Look at her clueless expression...silly child...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's my girl!  Sara with no H and Cristina with no H!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Connor and me making funny faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tomorrow I head up to Brooklyn for NYE...for my first adult dinner party :)...yay patty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And thank you, Jamie, for coming to the show too!  We gotta get a pic of you on the blog soon!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113600716616172545?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113600716616172545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113600716616172545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113600716616172545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113600716616172545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-official-i-have-best-friends-in.html' title='It&apos;s Official:  I have the best friends in the world!'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113563986594488921</id><published>2005-12-26T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T18:31:05.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kennedy Center Love</title><content type='html'>Well, I was home in Virginia Beach for about 24 hours yesterday. Just long enough to open a few presents, eat a slice of my dad's pumpkin pie, and hit the road again. We drove back up last night and stayed in the Embassy Suites in Tysons, which is the hotel we ALWAYS stay in when something's going on...just enough outside the city to be relaxing, with free omelets in the morning :)...mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came to the show today, momma and dad were in the front row loving it...here is a picture of us after the show...momma pointing to my name on the equity board...I can pay the bills and get health insurance!!! woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Last Friday, my Spanish teacher (I took a Spanish class just for fun this summer with Arlington Adult Education) came to see the show with her daughter! It was so cool to see her again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And last week there was a little fun with Bill and Craig...my former band-mates...they met me out in Nova for dinner and a few drinks...and it was awesome to see my buddies again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;these boys are such a bad influence...getting me cabs and what not!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;old times...old times...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, many more friends coming to the show this week...so pictures will abound!!!  merry holidays, friends :).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2588.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113563986594488921?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113563986594488921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113563986594488921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113563986594488921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113563986594488921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/12/kennedy-center-love.html' title='Kennedy Center Love'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113553823112831861</id><published>2005-12-25T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T22:02:26.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Xmas everyone...from (gasp) va beach!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/kofi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/320/kofi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my friend Eric's dog Kofi...him wearing the sweater I made him, and me wearing the sweater I made me. Thank you to all my wonderful friends who are driving me around, feeding me, housing me and keeping me company in DC. I feel so at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113553823112831861?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113553823112831861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113553823112831861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113553823112831861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113553823112831861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-xmas-everyonefrom-gasp-va-beach.html' title='Merry Xmas everyone...from (gasp) va beach!'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113513848979589637</id><published>2005-12-20T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T23:14:49.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in DC</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all...sorry it's been so long since I last posted. I have been enjoying being back and being on "vacation"...but now we are performing again..at the KC! It's great :). Here are a few pics from Nashville that need to be displayed...This was a stop on our way home from Boise. The hotel bar was awesome...great live band, great draft special, and great friends, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/nashville%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/nashville%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/nashville%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/nashville%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/nashville%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/nashville%20041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/nashville%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/nashville%20046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2543.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2543.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113513848979589637?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113513848979589637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113513848979589637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113513848979589637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113513848979589637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-in-dc.html' title='Back in DC'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113375672141718281</id><published>2005-12-04T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T23:25:21.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to the "First Leg"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The "first leg" of our tour is nearly over...oh the fun we've had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/alexander%20photos%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/alexander%20photos%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Remember Davis?  It seems like just yesterday.  I taught Patty how to partner me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/alexander%20photos%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/alexander%20photos%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Doing ballet at the winery in Napa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/alexander%20photos%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/alexander%20photos%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was there really a time we were walking around in tank tops and flip flops?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/alexander%20photos%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/alexander%20photos%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We rock the mic check with our white t-shirts...looking like a Gap ad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ashley and I found a potato chip shaped like a heart in Taos...roomie love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/alexander%20photos%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/alexander%20photos%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mike's mohawk is getting longer and longer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/alexander%20photos%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/alexander%20photos%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like to drive the van with my foot up on the seat.  Santi found this to be photo worthy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Patty likes to make himself at home in OUR ROOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's to tour.  It's rough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113375672141718281?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113375672141718281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113375672141718281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113375672141718281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113375672141718281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/12/tribute-to-first-leg.html' title='A Tribute to the &quot;First Leg&quot;'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113375560117664752</id><published>2005-12-04T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T23:06:41.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Helena, Montana  and Boise, Idaho</title><content type='html'>It is very cold. But it is very beautiful. The beauty of the snow and the mountains makes the cold justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The driving has been a tad trecherous and snowy, but Helena, MT was a blast...because it was Ash-wee's b-day!!! We went "cosmic bowling" and caused quite a scene. Well, there was music, and we haven't gotten the dancing bug out of our system in a long time...so we bowled and danced in equal amounts:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here are a few more pictures of the landscape. Are we in Siberia? We perform in Boise tomorrow and immediately after we hit the road starting back for DC. We'll be home in a week! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2488.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2476.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;DC, here we come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113375560117664752?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113375560117664752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113375560117664752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113375560117664752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113375560117664752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/12/helena-montana-and-boise-idaho.html' title='Helena, Montana  and Boise, Idaho'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113324305498681031</id><published>2005-11-29T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T00:44:15.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Sweater--Colorado Springs, CO</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all...so I knitted my first sweater...and this is what it looks like! I'm so excited!  Happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We're in Colorado Springs, CO. There is some crazy weather stuff going on around the country...let's hope we get home to DC on time! Our last two stops are Montana and Idaho...and guess what...it's snowing every darn day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So today we had a day off, and you know what that means...trouble! We went to a knitting store so I could get some needles to finish my sweater (which was a success)! Then we moved on to downtown Colorado Springs where we found a snazzy boutique with cutie clothes, and I bought a way expensive shirt that is beautimous. I'm in love! Oh well...gotta live like a rockstar sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then we found an Irish pub (you know Caitlin was all about it!). So at around 2pm we all had a round of drinks. And I had...(drum roll please) a REAL SNAKEBITE! Yes Emily Vick, that's right :)...a snakebite! Half Harp, half strongbough, and black current! it was amazing. Jordan had his first snakebite and he liked it, too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jordan and I had Snakebites for lunch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the drinking before 2pm club. Man, tour is rough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And I just have to say.  Everything has become right with the world.  There is a Fazoli's right across the street.  Barry is very pleased.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113324305498681031?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113324305498681031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113324305498681031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113324305498681031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113324305498681031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-first-sweater-colorado-springs-co.html' title='My First Sweater--Colorado Springs, CO'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113294563106536394</id><published>2005-11-25T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T14:25:20.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the love of Barry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, Happy Thanksgiving everyone! We spent yesterday going to see the much anticipated movie version of RENT and eating our Thanksgiving dinner in the hotel restaurant. As for RENT, I was very disappointed. In my opinion, there was no clear vision with the direction. It was all over the place...flashbacks, fantasy dance numbers, music video montages...pick one! The performances were great, of course. The actors are so talented. But the movie making was poor...lengthy blackouts between scenes, forced musical numbers. I'm so glad I saw it, but I think so much more could have been done with this beautiful musical. Rosario Dawson was great in the part, but way too pretty to be a crack addict. Adam Pascal was weak as Roger. His Bon Jovi style haircut was too pretty boy and distracted me the whole time. Yeah. I feel like, did I really just see this movie? It didn't impact me at all like when I saw the musical on stage.&lt;br /&gt;Jesse L. Martin, however...is hot and awesome. Is he married? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this movie experience leaves me wondering...with all the money and all the resources and all the talent these people had available to them, why wasn't this movie better? Is the musical dated? Have our standards already been raised by the musicals that came after Rent, which it undoubtedly opened doors for? Will the Producers be any good? haha (of course it will, Pat O'Neill is in it!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, I'm sitting in the hallway of the 5th floor (my room is on the 6th floor), because the internet is not free, and Mike bought a wireless router and hooked it up, but the signal doesn't go all the way to the 6th floor. It's funny...we're staying in a Marriot, but there's no complimentary breakfast or internet...the more expensive the hotel, the less free things you get! Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of Thanksgiving, I would like to do a dedication to Barry, whom we are all thankful for on this tour. Barry, this one's for you (and your father out in NYC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2421.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2421.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2419.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2422.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2422.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2423.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2423.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2423.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are thankful for Barry, who brings fun to our tour!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113294563106536394?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113294563106536394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113294563106536394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113294563106536394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113294563106536394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/for-love-of-barry.html' title='For the love of Barry.'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113270045611853814</id><published>2005-11-22T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T00:17:31.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Avon, Colorado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So...keeping up with the blog is difficult when we're in fun and exciting places such as Colorado. But, the upside to that is that I have more fun and interesting things to put IN the blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our drive into New Mexico on Saturday was stunning. Here are some pictures from that drive as the mountains of the desert turned into snowy mountains of a skiers paradise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watch out for runaway cows!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The famous (okay, or not so famous) Double D Ranch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I see snow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2426.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2426.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhh...here we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, it's cold in Colorado. Forget the pool-side BBQ's of Arizona and California...we're into long john and down coats weather. I've purchased TWO pairs of long underwear so far at our friendly neighborhood Walmarts! I will not be caught unprepared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, to get out of the cold and warm our blood, we found a great local authentic Irish pub called "finnigan's wake" right across the street from our hotel. We went there our first night and ate some lovely irish food, drank some lovely irish beer, and played so much darts that my arm was sore the next day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The next day, I had a visitor coming into town. Phillip decided to stop by Colorado for a visit! It was perfect timing for a vacation in Denver...due to the fact that it's "pre-season" a lot of the really nice restaurants in Vail (the ski town about 10 minutes down the road) are having great specials like 2 for 1 entrees and such. We had a really nice dinner at an Italian restaurant called Vendetta's (after Phillip drove on the "sidewalk" :), and then met up with everybody back at Finnigan's Wake for a little pool and some more darts, and some more beer (or cptn and cokes if you don't like beer...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The following are some pics from that night...we won the darts game with a super lucky double bullseye throw by...me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2442.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2442.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hellooo...I see you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2440.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2440.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love the guiness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2438.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2438.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eric, I made this face JUST FOR YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2441.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2441.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who's that cute boy? He's not on our tour!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2444.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2444.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We won!!! The P/C team could not be beat, after my FREAK throw of two consecutive bullseyes. The more beer I drink, the better I get at darts :).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2443.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2443.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What a COINCEDENCE...another 05-06 Alexander tour was in the men's bathroom of this same sports bar! hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today we had two shows...the breathing thing is still a challenge in this high alltitude...but it's totally do-able. Life is good...and I heart Colorado.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113270045611853814?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113270045611853814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113270045611853814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113270045611853814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113270045611853814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/avon-colorado.html' title='Avon, Colorado'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113235816357488652</id><published>2005-11-18T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T18:56:03.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taos, NM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taos is a ski town. It's quaint and small and the smell of winter is in the air. It reminds me a lot of Santa Fe, which is about, ooooh, 40 miles away...but smaller. We had a performance today at 1:30, and we will have one tonight at 7. It's probably the smallest venue we've played so far, maybe 500 seats, but it was so packed that they had to set up chairs on the sides. This community is excited to have us here. There is a two page spread on our show in their local arts paper, with pictures and a very detailed article. There are posters for our show up in local coffee shops. We are local rock stars :).  The air is thin up here, so the show is really making it hard for me to catch my breath.  I'll bring my inhaler back with me to the theater just in case :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a sign for the Taos Performing Arts Center&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahhh...we made it on the marquee...hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's our poster!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, we have one more show tonight, and then it's off to Colorado tomorrow.  A couple of us are thinking about getting up at sunrise to see the Rio Grande Gorge tomorrow mornin.  I'll take pictures if we do!  Oh, and tonight we're going to see Harry Potter! Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113235816357488652?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113235816357488652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113235816357488652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113235816357488652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113235816357488652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/taos-nm.html' title='Taos, NM'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113203149742397337</id><published>2005-11-14T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T00:11:37.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Fe, New Mexico</title><content type='html'>We arrived in Albequerqe on Saturday around 5:30, grabbed some dinner and crashed. Sunday was (another) day off, so 8 of us headed to Santa Fe for the day...about an hour away. Moria works there every summer at the Santa Fe Opera, so she knew her way around. We went to the Plaza of Governors where jewelry makers lay out their wares...all hand made....turquoise, silver, gold, amber...beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked around the city, the air crisp and the leaves brilliant with the colors of fall. This was definitely the coolest weather we've experienced so far on the tour. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;plaza de governors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2261.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the colors of fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the streets of Santa Fe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After we were done walking around, we drove to a local Japenese style spa called Ten Thousand Waves. For $14 we hung out in the communal jacuzzi tubs/sauna out under the stars! It was gorgeous. They had this cold dip that was 35 degrees! I dipped in it once and then ran right back to the hot tub...it was freezing! The spa was so nice, and my pores were very invigorated! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/tub.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/tub.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here's a pic of the tub from the website...they give you a komono!  we chilled in the tub at night, though...so it was dark and the beautiful stars were out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, today we had two shows, and they were good...and tomorrow we go to Silver City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113203149742397337?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113203149742397337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113203149742397337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113203149742397337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113203149742397337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/santa-fe-new-mexico.html' title='Santa Fe, New Mexico'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113190656668953009</id><published>2005-11-13T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:43:25.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ fun by the pool...and Goodbye, Arizona!</title><content type='html'>After the show on Wed, we had a BBQ by the pool! It's November and we're swimming in a pool...yummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friday night we went to Tempe to hang out and played a little pool...Barry got a lot of action...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chug chug chug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This girl sat her butt REAL close to Santi's face. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Barry found his way into Jordan's bum crack. Poor Barry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/IMG_2242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/200/IMG_2242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Barry doesn't like people making fun of Tina...someone will get punched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So we left Arizona on Sat. and now we're in Albequerque! We're taking a day trip to Santa Fe, so lots of pics to come I do promise that. Miss you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113190656668953009?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113190656668953009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113190656668953009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113190656668953009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113190656668953009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/bbq-fun-by-pooland-goodbye-arizona.html' title='BBQ fun by the pool...and Goodbye, Arizona!'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113143050329500574</id><published>2005-11-08T01:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T01:15:03.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2214.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2214.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the best friends.  This is all the mail I got today!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113143050329500574?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113143050329500574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113143050329500574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113143050329500574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113143050329500574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-have-best-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113143047679348677</id><published>2005-11-08T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T01:14:36.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2212.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2212.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.  Eating Ramin.  Out of a hot pot.  With a knife.  This moment is so "tour".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113143047679348677?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113143047679348677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113143047679348677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113143047679348677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113143047679348677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/me.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113143038666697634</id><published>2005-11-08T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T01:13:06.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2224.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2224.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Town Scottsdale&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113143038666697634?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113143038666697634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113143038666697634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113143038666697634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113143038666697634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/old-town-scottsdale.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113143032119457830</id><published>2005-11-08T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T01:12:01.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2215.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2215.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this store!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113143032119457830?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113143032119457830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113143032119457830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113143032119457830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113143032119457830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-like-this-store.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113143026812429953</id><published>2005-11-08T01:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T01:11:08.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2216.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2216.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty wanted this to be his "riding in the van poncho".  "Hey guys!  Hold up the van!  I can't find my poncho!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113143026812429953?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113143026812429953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113143026812429953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113143026812429953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113143026812429953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/patty-wanted-this-to-be-his-riding-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113143022585238563</id><published>2005-11-08T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T01:10:25.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2217.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2217.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashwee looks good in a Mexican muu muu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113143022585238563?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113143022585238563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113143022585238563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113143022585238563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113143022585238563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/ashwee-looks-good-in-mexican-muu-muu.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113142988088852945</id><published>2005-11-08T00:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T01:04:40.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my friends.</title><content type='html'>Today I got a call from Caitlin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, I got the fed ex package.  You have like 9 things to pick up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little suprised...I mean my mom usually send me a package once a week, and I get a wonderful occasional package from my dear friends, but today was unreal.  I had packages of love from so many great friends...just so you know, guys, I was on cloud 9 all day long.  I felt so loved and happy.  THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Santi, Ashwee, Patty A  and I traveled to Old Scottsdale, a downtown area of shops and restaurants with an oldtime western feel.  There are lots of jewelry stores with Turquoise and Amber, boots and moccasins, and Mexican imports.  There was even a "Flagg's" Gift Shop!  Pretty cool :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the evening in, getting things down and organizing.  I sent a box of things home today.  It's gotten to that point on the tour where it was time to clean house.  We know what we wear and what we don't, what we need and what we don't.  We're old pros...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113142988088852945?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113142988088852945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113142988088852945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113142988088852945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113142988088852945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-love-my-friends.html' title='I love my friends.'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113134252868768401</id><published>2005-11-07T00:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:48:48.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2174.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2174.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempe, AZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113134252868768401?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113134252868768401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113134252868768401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113134252868768401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113134252868768401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/tempe-az_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113134251340220837</id><published>2005-11-07T00:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:48:33.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2151.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2151.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Mills from the cast of 42nd street.  You're the best Millsy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113134251340220837?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113134251340220837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113134251340220837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113134251340220837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113134251340220837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/jonathan-mills-from-cast-of-42nd.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113134248538545996</id><published>2005-11-07T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:48:05.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2158.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2158.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ordering taco bell out the van&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113134248538545996?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113134248538545996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113134248538545996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113134248538545996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113134248538545996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/ordering-taco-bell-out-van.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113134247349151178</id><published>2005-11-07T00:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:47:53.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2161.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2161.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113134247349151178?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113134247349151178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113134247349151178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113134247349151178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113134247349151178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113134246004715043</id><published>2005-11-07T00:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:47:40.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2165.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2165.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan loves Eric.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113134246004715043?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113134246004715043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113134246004715043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113134246004715043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113134246004715043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/jordan-loves-eric.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113134244817009494</id><published>2005-11-07T00:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:47:28.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2167.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2167.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me kissing Jordan's phone cause Eric Thompson is on the line!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113134244817009494?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113134244817009494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113134244817009494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113134244817009494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113134244817009494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/me-kissing-jordans-phone-cause-eric.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113134242953340289</id><published>2005-11-07T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:47:09.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2168.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2168.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty talking to Eric.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113134242953340289?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113134242953340289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113134242953340289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113134242953340289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113134242953340289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/patty-talking-to-eric.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113134241361831285</id><published>2005-11-07T00:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:46:53.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2169.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2169.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barry likes Jordan's new belt buckle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113134241361831285?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113134241361831285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113134241361831285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113134241361831285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113134241361831285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/barry-likes-jordans-new-belt-buckle.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113134238994657042</id><published>2005-11-07T00:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:46:29.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2173.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2173.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He promised he wouldn't leave it up.  Patty is a liar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113134238994657042?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113134238994657042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113134238994657042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113134238994657042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113134238994657042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/he-promised-he-wouldnt-leave-it-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113134185931860596</id><published>2005-11-07T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:37:39.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempe, AZ</title><content type='html'>Well, Arizona is a huge HUGE HUGE improvement from Las Vegas in so many ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  We are staying at a Hampton Inn...free internet, free breakfast (with eggs), shuttle service around town, and the comfiest beds around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  There is reasonably priced food...a pizza place across the street, some taco bells, some grocery stores...ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I had a friend in town that I didn't even know about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sat. morning at breakfast Jordan says "Hey, guess what, the 42nd Street tour is in town..."&lt;br /&gt;I was super excited, cause the one and only Jonathan "Millsy" Mills is in that tour!  So I sent a little text to Brian Cali to get his number, and voila!  Here's the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, Jonathan!  Where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhh...Mesa, Arizona...where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mesa, Arizona!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No way!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice suprise for the both of us!  So Jonathan hooked me and Patty A up with some compy comps...and we saw his show last night.  It was super night to see it, it was really good!  Lots of talented young dancers, flashy costumes, and loud tappin.  Gotta love it.  So proud of you, Millsy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night there was a little bit of mayhem in room 222.  Patty and I had some good water.  Patty tried on my work out clothes.  We talked to Eric Thompson of the Willy Wonka Tour for a long time on speaker phone.  Barry even got in on the action.  It's all documented in the photos above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I dragged myself out of bed for the free breakfast.  Here's the phone conversation between Patty and me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hehmmm..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hehmmm..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wanna...mmm...breakfast...mmm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeahmmm, k."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"k"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was very articulate...man we were tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Mill St. in Tempe...very cute with lots of shops and such, and got a hair cut at an Aveda Salon...woo hoo!  It was lovely.  Bought the book "A Million Little Pieces"...I let y'all know how I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight...Patty and I went to see Savion Glover at the Scottsdale Performing Arts Center, where we'll be performing on Tues and Wed.  His show was called "Classical Savion"  and he tapped to classical music with over 10 on stage string musicians playing famous pieces in the background...amazing!  We tried to catch him after the show (okay...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;tried to catch him)  but we got to talk to a violinist instead.  He was super nice and said it's SO loud on stage with Savion hoofin all over the place.  Wow.  I bet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we're home, having seen two shows in two nights...with another day off tomorrow!  Free time= spending money...yikes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113134185931860596?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113134185931860596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113134185931860596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113134185931860596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113134185931860596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/tempe-az.html' title='Tempe, AZ'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113124081691946076</id><published>2005-11-05T20:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T20:33:36.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2135.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2135.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I didn't find the real life sign, Barry humoured me and posed in front of this mini replica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113124081691946076?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113124081691946076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113124081691946076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113124081691946076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113124081691946076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/since-i-didnt-find-real-life-sign.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113124079326958158</id><published>2005-11-05T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T20:33:13.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2113.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2113.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel acrobatics..I was hoping they would ask me to JOIN the Cirque Show...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113124079326958158?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113124079326958158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113124079326958158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113124079326958158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113124079326958158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/hotel-acrobatics.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113124076745570474</id><published>2005-11-05T20:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T20:32:47.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2119.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2119.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my flower and Moria and her inner tube.  In front of the "O" sign. Happy girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113124076745570474?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113124076745570474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113124076745570474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113124076745570474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113124076745570474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/me-and-my-flower-and-moria-and-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113124073652150697</id><published>2005-11-05T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T20:32:16.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2130.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2130.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flower I received from the actor in Cirque du Soleil!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113124073652150697?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113124073652150697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113124073652150697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113124073652150697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113124073652150697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/flower-i-received-from-actor-in-cirque.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113124070083464887</id><published>2005-11-05T20:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T20:31:40.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2136.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2136.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin displays the Leatherette...who knew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113124070083464887?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113124070083464887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113124070083464887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113124070083464887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113124070083464887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/caitlin-displays-leatherette.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113124067643310999</id><published>2005-11-05T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T20:31:16.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2139.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2139.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Caitlin and Scott and Stephen...and the Vegas lights behind us...thanks guys!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113124067643310999?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113124067643310999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113124067643310999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113124067643310999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113124067643310999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/me-and-caitlin-and-scott-and-stephen.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113124065044106647</id><published>2005-11-05T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T20:30:50.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2141.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2141.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Stephen...we'll miss ya :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113124065044106647?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113124065044106647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113124065044106647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113124065044106647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113124065044106647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-stephen.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113124016453482202</id><published>2005-11-05T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T20:22:44.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Las Vegas...Sorry had to :)</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone...sorry it's taken me so long to update...but I think I've just been enjoying the departure from Las Vegas so much that I didn't quite want to re-live the whole experience quite yet!  However, I must admit, there were some awesome happenings in Las Vegas that need to be shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Las Vegas kids, like I said, were amazing audiences.  So that made Vegas worth it all the way.  Then on Wed night, Moria and I went to the Bellagio to see "O" by Cirque du Soleil.  We splurged for the $150 the week before, and had decided on purchasing the front row center seats rather than the $95 back balcony partial view seats.  Boy, was that the best decision ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show started with the classic Cirque clows entertaining the audience right before the show.  They were hilarious, detailed, masterfully physical performers, making me feel a twinge of desire to go to clown school someday.  Then the lights went down slightly and some of the other characters entered the arena (it was a huge house...probably close to 3,000 seats).  A man was picked out of the audience "randomly"...I knew he was a plant right away, he was just too darn cute!  They dragged him to the stage and he read the "turn off your cell phones" speech off a sheet of paper...the next thing you know he was flying towards the ceiling...seems that when he was yanked off stage for a mili second, they hooked him to a flying aparatus, and the secret of his true identity was revealed to everyone by his sudden flight to the rafters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The large red silky curtains were majestically pulled very quickly up and away and the show began.  Cirque always creates a magical world in its shows of recurring themes, abstract plot lines, romantic entanglements, and really hot bodies :).  The music is ethereal, the skill is incredibly death defying, and I always leave the theater feelings as if this company of acrobats, musicians, and artists deserves every penny I paid for my ticket.  What a good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned, we were indeed front row dead center and this was an incredible place to watch the show.  At one point, the clowns were doing a bit and flung some inflatable inner tubes off the stage...Moria caught one of them and was able to take it home with her!  I got a little souveneir of my own.  The lead guy, that had been the plant in the beginning, was given a flower by another one of the lead guys, a strange butler-esque man with electrocution style blonde hair.  The butler had scoured the audience moments before handing him the flower, and finally his eyes rested on mine (little did I know, Moria was pointing fingers at me the whole time...thanks Moria!!!).  The lead guy locked eyes with me as well...he went to give me the flower, so I started to stand, but the butler yanked him back...and admonished him for his poor presentation skills.  He was taught how to bow to a lady (all of this was done physically of course, as there is not usually any understandable words spoken during their shows), and finally he came back to me to do it the right way.  I was motioned to stand, and I did...bearing my bum to the 3,000 people in the theater, and when he bowed and gave me the flower...I gave a curtsy and took it from him.  It was a beautiful yellow flower...sunflower like.  What a cool moment to be in the show!  And to get to stare into that man's eyes for a good 20-30 seconds :).  Made my ticket price worth it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after watching the divers, acrobats, fire throwers, dancers, hilarious clowns (ay yi yi, ay yi yi)contortionists, and wonderful actors, Moria and I left completely content with our theatrical experience.  I was hoping to maybe find an actor or two (or maybe one specifically, hehe) and get a picture...but they had another show in an hour.  I can't imagine doing two of those a night...incredible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had more shows the next day, and our last night in Vegas was also a memorable one.  My new friends, Scott and Steven, took me and Caitlin to a dinner at the Top of the Word in the Stratosphere.  This restaurant in a revolving one, with an incredible view of the lights of Vegas from every angle.  It was great spending dinner with these guys and wishing them well as they start their new adventure in Vegas selling Mardi Gras beads!  If you become rich and famous, don't forget the little people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning we departed Las Vegas for the last time...having spent a good 10 days there, my oh my.  I was not sad to leave this city behind, but I'll not say I'll never go again...who knows.  With the right people, it could be fun I suppose ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now in Tempe, AZ...and tonight Patty and I are going to see 42nd street which has one of our Catholic friends in it:  Jonathan Mills...pictures to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113124016453482202?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113124016453482202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113124016453482202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113124016453482202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113124016453482202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/leaving-las-vegassorry-had-to.html' title='Leaving Las Vegas...Sorry had to :)'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113089836985141235</id><published>2005-11-01T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T21:26:09.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2097.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2097.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barry and Patty went shopping at the Gap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113089836985141235?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113089836985141235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113089836985141235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113089836985141235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113089836985141235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/barry-and-patty-went-shopping-at-gap.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113089834397712336</id><published>2005-11-01T21:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T21:25:44.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2099.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2099.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barry breaks the rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113089834397712336?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113089834397712336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113089834397712336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113089834397712336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113089834397712336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/barry-breaks-rules.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113089832763725459</id><published>2005-11-01T21:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T21:25:27.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2102.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2102.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barry had one too many.  It's okay, it's Vegas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113089832763725459?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113089832763725459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113089832763725459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113089832763725459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113089832763725459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/barry-had-one-too-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113089830804295857</id><published>2005-11-01T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T21:25:08.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2103.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2103.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barry made friends with this Las Vegas Showgirl (it's okay, Sven, he just liked her feathers).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113089830804295857?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113089830804295857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113089830804295857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113089830804295857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113089830804295857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/barry-made-friends-with-this-las-vegas.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113089826534352461</id><published>2005-11-01T21:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T21:24:25.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2104.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2104.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barry in front of the Paris Hotel and Casino's Eiffel Tower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113089826534352461?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113089826534352461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113089826534352461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113089826534352461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113089826534352461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/barry-in-front-of-paris-hotel-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113089824144861774</id><published>2005-11-01T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T21:24:01.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2105.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2105.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barry in front of Caesar's palace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113089824144861774?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113089824144861774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113089824144861774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113089824144861774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113089824144861774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/barry-in-front-of-caesars-palace.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113089821472667488</id><published>2005-11-01T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T21:23:34.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2109.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2109.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met the "Chipendales" dancers on the strip and they were eager to take a picture with a Rockstar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113089821472667488?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113089821472667488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113089821472667488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113089821472667488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113089821472667488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-met-chipendales-dancers-on-strip-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113089816074132726</id><published>2005-11-01T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T21:22:40.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2110.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2110.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am flinging some Mardi Gras beads(rather than a coin) into the fountain at the Wynn.  Scott and Steven are opening a Mardi Gras beads store (that's Scott in the background) so there's an abundance of beads to be had and thrown around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113089816074132726?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113089816074132726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113089816074132726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113089816074132726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113089816074132726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/here-i-am-flinging-some-mardi-gras.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113089807625269308</id><published>2005-11-01T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T21:21:16.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Barry the Gnome.  And Halloween in Vegas.</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gentlemen, now introducing...the one, the only...Barry the Gnome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barry comes from Oooobenflouzendorf, Deutchland.   He has been sent to me by a very special little brother friend to provide hours of entertainment (which he already has).  Barry is here to keep an eye out on me, but since he is so far away from his lover, Sven, I have to take pictures of him so Sven knows he's not out carousing with the "wrong kind of people".  Thank you, PTO :).  You are the bestest.  Everyone welcome Barry to the Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night was Halloween.  I woke up nice and early and put on some running clothes and my iPod and a ballcap (keeps people from talking to you...they think you're a local) and walked down to Ross...bought myself a makeshift Vegas costume--Rockstar.  At Starbucks I met some great new Vegas friends, Scott and Steven who are here to open a new store in a mall on the strip.  I met them on there first day in Las Vegas!  What are the odds.  That night we met up for sushi dinner and then we walked the strip a little...saw some hilarious costumes, and ended up at the Wynn's outdoor patio/bar/light show extravaganza.  It was a fun night...see above pics :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had our first shows in Vegas...4 more, and then we leave Friday for Arizona.  Can't wait to get out of here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113089807625269308?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113089807625269308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113089807625269308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113089807625269308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113089807625269308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/11/barry-gnome-and-halloween-in-vegas.html' title='Barry the Gnome.  And Halloween in Vegas.'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113073836262019476</id><published>2005-10-31T00:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:59:22.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2024.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2024.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zion National Park.  For ALL of the beautiful pictures from my trip to Zion and the Grand Canyon...go to:  www.cristinamary.shutterfly.com    Enjoy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113073836262019476?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113073836262019476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113073836262019476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113073836262019476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113073836262019476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/10/zion-national-park.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113073817476691444</id><published>2005-10-31T00:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:56:14.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_1986.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_1986.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113073817476691444?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113073817476691444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113073817476691444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113073817476691444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113073817476691444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/10/stunning.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113073815300728202</id><published>2005-10-31T00:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:55:53.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_1994.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_1994.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a delicate water fall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113073815300728202?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113073815300728202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113073815300728202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113073815300728202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113073815300728202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/10/delicate-water-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113073810181156267</id><published>2005-10-31T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:55:01.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2035.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2035.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ray of light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113073810181156267?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113073810181156267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113073810181156267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113073810181156267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113073810181156267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/10/ray-of-light.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113073807012617037</id><published>2005-10-31T00:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:54:30.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2033.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2033.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moria and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113073807012617037?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113073807012617037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113073807012617037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113073807012617037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113073807012617037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/10/moria-and-me_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113073805609312276</id><published>2005-10-31T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:54:16.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2042.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2042.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Peaks!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113073805609312276?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113073805609312276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113073805609312276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113073805609312276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113073805609312276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/10/peaks.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113073803130735448</id><published>2005-10-31T00:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:53:51.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2040.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2040.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad to leave!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113073803130735448?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113073803130735448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113073803130735448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113073803130735448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113073803130735448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-sad-to-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113073799513227467</id><published>2005-10-31T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:53:15.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2047.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2047.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Grand Canyon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113073799513227467?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113073799513227467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113073799513227467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113073799513227467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113073799513227467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/10/welcome-to-grand-canyon.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113073793966202017</id><published>2005-10-31T00:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:52:19.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2083.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2083.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the colorado river below us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113073793966202017?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113073793966202017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113073793966202017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113073793966202017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113073793966202017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/10/colorado-river-below-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113073788854721417</id><published>2005-10-31T00:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:51:28.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2065.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2065.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look down :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113073788854721417?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113073788854721417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113073788854721417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113073788854721417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113073788854721417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/10/dont-look-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113073783162780131</id><published>2005-10-31T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:50:31.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2068.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2068.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Grand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113073783162780131?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113073783162780131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113073783162780131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113073783162780131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113073783162780131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-grand.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113073778710231875</id><published>2005-10-31T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:49:47.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/1024/IMG_2085.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/199/7627/200/IMG_2085.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113073778710231875?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113073778710231875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113073778710231875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113073778710231875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113073778710231875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113073765321271948</id><published>2005-10-31T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:47:33.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I escaped Sin City...Springdale, Utah</title><content type='html'>To what I owe the luck of having been invited along this past weekend to escape Las Vegas with Moria and her mom, I do not know...but I am forever grateful and blessed by the experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back Moria mentioned to me that she was thinking of escaping Las Vegas while we had the time off there and going to Utah to hike.  Would I be interested? she asked. I'm always up for an adventure, so it definitely peaked my interest.  Moria said she'd been to Vegas before, and trust her, it's not somewhere you're going to want to spend that much time in.  Boy, was she right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Utah from our drive cross country.  I loved the sky and the skyline.  Well, that was mearly a taste of what there is to discover in this beautiful state.  When Moria worked for Utah Shakespeare festival, she and her co-workers would travel to Zion National Park on the weekends for 100 degree hikes through the park...particularly a place called the Narrows.  The Narrows is a hike in the park that is through water.  You walk in water mostly up to your ankles or calves, but sometimes all the way up to your armpits (where you have to hold your bag over your head to keep in dry).  This hike is best done in the summer months when it's so hot that being in the water is refreshing and welcomed.  I will come back to do that hike this summer...it must be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Moria, her mom, and I traveled to Springdale and settled into our Quality Inn less than a mile from the Zion entrance on Friday evening.  It was about a 3 hour drive from Vegas, but beautiful the whole way.  We zonked out at around 10pm which was AWESOME.  We woke up 8, had some breakfast, and caught the free shuttle to Zion.  We walked the Emerald Pool trails first(stepping in some lovely, pottery worthy mud along the way...yummy), then we walked a trail that took us to the edge of where the Narrows are (what a tease...must come back).  The hikes were magnificent. The rock, orange.  The sky, blue.  The leaves were changing color for fall, and the result was breathtaking.  What a contrast from the Vegas we had so eagerly left behind.  We hiked for nearly 5 hours, and it went by in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, after heading back to the hotel to change clothes, we headed to Cedar City, where Moria had worked at the Utah Shakespeare Festival.  They have a little Globe replica (very neat), and we ate at a little "pub" (although there was no alcohol served) and then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided, since we had done all we wanted to do at Zion, that since the Grand Canyon was only about 2.5 hours away...why not go see that, too!  So we departed early and drove through the park and south to the Grand Canyon's North Rim (supposedly the less frequently visited rim, but the more beautiful).  We walked to various vistas and gazed at the majestic canyon for a couple of hours before departing for the 5 hour drive back to Vegas (the only way back was back through Zion)...we got to say goodbye to Zion, or more like "see you again soon" as the sun was just starting to think about setting...the light was perfect for our "till me meet again".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moria's mom and I knit as we drove back to Vegas, she tried to show me how to "turn the heel" of a sock, and we all stopped and grabbed some fish tacos at the Del Taco for our one last cheap meal before heading back to the money pit of Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a special experience to see the beauty of our own country.  I've seen beauty like this in Wales, Scotland, England, but never here.  The kind of beauty that puts everything in perspective and makes you feel small (you're right Moria, it is a good thing).   This is the best part of tour; having the time to see these things I've always wanted to see, and being giving the resources to get there to see them.  I am lucky.  I am grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113073765321271948?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113073765321271948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113073765321271948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113073765321271948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113073765321271948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-escaped-sin-cityspringdale-utah.html' title='I escaped Sin City...Springdale, Utah'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113039865082514666</id><published>2005-10-27T03:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T03:37:30.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/199/7627/1024/IMG_1857.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/199/7627/200/IMG_1857.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash-wee and Tina in front of the Eiffel Tower (it's a little smaller than the original).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113039865082514666?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113039865082514666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113039865082514666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113039865082514666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113039865082514666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/10/ash-wee-and-tina-in-front-of-eiffel.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113039861562088172</id><published>2005-10-27T03:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T03:36:55.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/199/7627/1024/IMG_1856.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/199/7627/200/IMG_1856.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santi has the gambling bug...uh oh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113039861562088172?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113039861562088172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113039861562088172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113039861562088172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113039861562088172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/10/santi-has-gambling-bug.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113039858461062329</id><published>2005-10-27T03:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T03:36:24.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/199/7627/1024/IMG_1858.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/199/7627/200/IMG_1858.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost $2.  But it was fun pushing the buttons that light up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113039858461062329?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113039858461062329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113039858461062329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113039858461062329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113039858461062329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-lost-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113039855132832792</id><published>2005-10-27T03:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T03:35:51.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/199/7627/1024/IMG_1900.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/199/7627/200/IMG_1900.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Holiday Porter, the shoe shine man in my hotel.  He fixed my boots up real nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113039855132832792?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113039855132832792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113039855132832792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113039855132832792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113039855132832792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/10/mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113039851472315702</id><published>2005-10-27T03:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T03:35:14.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/199/7627/1024/IMG_1901.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/199/7627/200/IMG_1901.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter and Rick, the Las Vegas police officers that let me sit on their motorcycle.  There was a 6-year-old getting his picture taken on it, and, well, I wanted my picture on it, too!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113039851472315702?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113039851472315702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113039851472315702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113039851472315702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113039851472315702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/10/peter-and-rick-las-vegas-police.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113039843610387375</id><published>2005-10-27T03:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T03:33:56.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/199/7627/1024/IMG_1904.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/199/7627/200/IMG_1904.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bikini Bull Riding! Finally!  My favorite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113039843610387375?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113039843610387375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113039843610387375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113039843610387375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113039843610387375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/10/bikini-bull-riding-finally-my-favorite.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113039830037173402</id><published>2005-10-27T03:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T03:31:40.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Vegas, Nevada</title><content type='html'>Wow.  Sin City.  Get me out of here, quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the fact that a block of time that was TBA as far as whether we had shows or not did not fill up with shows...we have a whopping 6 days off from performing.  And it's all in Las Vegas, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived last night at around 8:30pm.  The drive from Stockton was 530 miles, and it took all day.  We drove into Vegas at night, with the full impact of the lights flashing around us.  We are staying at the Boardwalk Hotel and Casino right on the strip.  The room is amazingly quiet (I slept until 11:30am this morning)...they must have soundproof windows or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a brief company meeting and then hit the strip to see what there was to see.  Jordan and Ashley were heading out the next day to travel home to see loved ones, so they wanted a little tase before they left.  We walked to the Bellagio, and Ashley and I tried on $12,000 diamonds at a jewelry store there (that was fun :)...then we headed to the casino.  Jordan lost a little money on the roulette table (so confusing!), and Santi, Jordan and I played some 5 cent slots (I just like pushing the buttons).  I lost $2 and decided gambling is not for me :).  We walked around some more, and then I went to the CVS to buy some food...the food here is super expensive, think Disney land for adults.  I bought a loaf of bread, some pretzels, and some ritz cracker sandwiches...welcome to the week of cheap carbs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I slept in, bought a $7 bagel and coffee at Starbucks, Moria and I bought hot pots at the Walgreens across the street so that we can make some $2 thai noodle dishes in our room, went to the fitness room, and played some guitar.  .  After I got showered and dressed, I headed down to the lobby to ask where the shoe shine guy was that I had heard about.  Mr. Holiday Porter shined my boots and fixed up the scuff mark that I had created in San Francisco.  It was my first show shine, and it was wonderful!  Mr. Porter came to Vegas in 1953 for, as he put it, "adventure".  Did you find adventure? I asked.  I found adventure, after adventure, after adventure, he replied.  He told me about how Paula Abdul was sitting at the slot machine right next to his shoe shine stand last week, cause American Idol auditions were in town...and the only way he recognized her was from the fact her picture was on the front page of the paper.  He's had this shoe shine stand for 8 years.  He gave me advice on how to keep my boots looking good.  It was a great shoe shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moria and I hit the strip and walked for 2 hours, not going into any of the hotels, but just walking.  It's easy to walk away two hours.  I got a lot of comments on my cowboy boots.  They were definitely a hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This city is dirty. It's crowded. There is lust and greed everywhere.  The glazed eyes of the slot machine monsters are scaring me.  I'm ready to go hiking in Utah (I go this weekend with Moria and her mom).  Oh, and we bought Cirque de Soleil tickets for next Tuesday :).  It's so worth the money. Tomorrow there will be more adventure to come.  I'm going to the 9am poker lesson (it's free) at the Paris hotel down the strip.  I will find free fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113039830037173402?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113039830037173402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113039830037173402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113039830037173402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113039830037173402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/10/las-vegas-nevada.html' title='Las Vegas, Nevada'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113012175102177658</id><published>2005-10-23T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T22:42:31.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/199/7627/1024/IMG_18436.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/199/7627/200/IMG_18436.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro bro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113012175102177658?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113012175102177658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113012175102177658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113012175102177658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113012175102177658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/10/bro-bro.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15895184.post-113011420530325326</id><published>2005-10-23T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T20:36:45.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/199/7627/1024/IMG_18442.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/199/7627/200/IMG_18442.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ken and his neighbor going to a gallery exhibition&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15895184-113011420530325326?l=cristinamary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/feeds/113011420530325326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15895184&amp;postID=113011420530325326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113011420530325326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15895184/posts/default/113011420530325326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cristinamary.blogspot.com/2005/10/ken-and-his-neighbor-going-to-gallery.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15356875336053591449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2714/1488/1600/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
