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168. Leo.

A childhood dream* came true today: I was in the same room as Leonardo DiCaprio.

He was not doting on me, nor did we even meet. It happend because of the oceans conference I was attending for work at the State Department; he was there to speak about the importance of ocean conservation and to announce his own foundation’s pledge to help such efforts.

Still, as he spoke, I felt like our eyes met, mostly because I was in his direct line of vision and was probably illuminated because I couldn’t figure out how to turn the brightness on my laptop screen down.

Be still, my beating heart.

*This is apparently the year that these dreams come true in some fashion. Earlier this year, a member of ‘N Sync waved at me (I was mortified and thrilled at the same time). And I also wanted to be a marine biologist back then (something else Leo and I have in common), so being a journalist who covers those issues kind of helps fulfill that in some manner, right?

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166. Dad.

Anyone can be a father. It takes love and patience and effort to be a dad.

Looking at me warily while we tour around Pearl Harbor.

 

Happy Father’s Day, Dad. Thank you for loving me even (or especially) when I’m being a pain in the ass.

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165. Element.

I watched many, many movies growing up. The Fifth Element was not among them.

Tonight, friend Emily and roommate Kaitie succeeding in fixing this. General thoughts: I was entertained, it ended exactly the way I wanted it to and I’m probably never going to watch it again.

However, this gif is now going into my regular rotation.

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164. Fabulous.

That word just sums up how I feel about tonight. Got to see composer Eric Whitacre at the Kennedy Center, which included having him conduct the audience in singing “Lux Aurumque” and “Sleep.” Just a magical experience.

Sitting on the floor has its benefits.

Then went to National Geographic for tonight’s after hours Brightest Young Things party, which included exhibits and dancing and the best of friends and fun.

Passengers on the ship of the imagination, and also a rainbow cat?

Passengers on the ship of the imagination, and also a rainbow cat?

It hasn’t been a good week by any means. But the awfulness does make me appreciate how good tonight was.

 

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162. Jonesy.

In the middle of reading the latest Bridget Jones book, Mad About The Boy. And despite the fact that author Helen Fielding did the unthinkable — killing off Mark Darcy indeed! — the book has so far been a delight.

Bridget is still amazingly relatable, from her dating lessons (“Always be classy, never be crazy” and “Do not use words of pop songs to guide behavior, especially when drunk”) to her Twitter insights (“Advantages of live-action tweeting must be weighed against disadvantages of lateness.”)

And much more fascinating is that she’s supposed to be the same age as *my* mom, a good reminder that, yeah, one’s parents are people, too, with dreams and worries and needs, etc., etc.

Like most romantic comedies, I already know how this is going to go, but I’m enjoying the ride along the way, and I think that’s what matters.

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161. Errors.

In the past 24 hours, I have:

— tripped while walking into a church
smashed my iPhone screen
— slipped and fallen down a flight of granite stairs, much to the horror of a couple tourists a few feet away
— dialed a number for a press call wrong, ending up on the “hottest gay chatline in America”

If my life has ever been a comedy of errors, it was today.

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