i woke up early and watched the sunrise over the cove this morning. which would be really romantic and stuff if i wasn't so damn tired now. silly lethargy. matt and i watched a jerry bruckheimer movie i can't remember the name of last night. which works because i slept through most of it. everyone was happy. we also went to rup's and were very eerily the only people there for most of our meal. but the bartender/waiter was very nice to us. this is a good time to do bar harbory stuff, before the tourists floweth over. we hiked a bit around schooner head (where i will gladly take my beloved houseguests if/when i have any) and made a seat on a very cool cave. why do you suppose boys have to lean over cliffs to see how far they can lean without falling? is that darwinism? what's the deal?
so the party is at a steak house. and he said "you've never been there before?" all genuinely surprised and i said "uhm, steak house?". what does one wear to a steak house? i just don't know. per the ever frequent norm, i'm going to bangor tonight to figure out a little birthday gift and a steak house outfit. obviously, i'm thinking about this way too much. but really, i'm like a hostage. a parent visiting hostage. argh!