Date: 7/26/2017
By brookethegreat
I was traveling the world Monkees style - just walking across a large map and ending up in the real place by tv magic (or dream magic). That was pretty cool. I met Anna Akana in New Mexico. She was doing a genealogy thing and tracking down where some of her ancestors used to live. She was wearing a big floppy sun hat and staying at an adorable little blue cottage where her great-great-someone-or-other used to live. There were flower boxes in the windows. It was very southern. I know nothing about New Mexico. When we parted ways I said "bye Nemo! Good luck finding your dad!" and she thought that was funny. At some point I broke all my fingernails (very cleanly, so that was convenient at least) and I had short nails again. I was crushed.