Do I look like I'm from Boston??

Cue Twilight Zone music. Enter Rod Serling.As I left to go get Tristan today, I had the strangest experience. I walked down my stairs, past my building. There was a woman walking towards me. She was walking with her head up. She went to walk passed me and stopped. "You're from Boston, right?" "Ummmmm, yes." (Kelly starts wildly looking around for hidden video cameras). I have NO idea who this woman is. She starts asking me all of these questions. "You're a writer?" (Um, yes and no.) "A musician?" (Um, at a time-yes and no...and no one would ever ever have seen my play anywhere as the only playing of the drums I did was in my bedroom or at DiCenso's drum shop in Quincy when I was taking my lessons.) She told me she had just moved here and that she lived around the corner. She moved here to do songwriting. I still have no idea who she is (she did tell me her name, Heidi). I was seriously waiting for Rod Serling to step around from the corner.

Speaking of strange occurrences, how weird is it that it snowed in Las Vegas (3.6") and that Malibu got a dusting of snow on Wednesday!?!?!?! Tristan was pissed when he found that out. He wants a snow day *really* bad. I had to remind him that you need snow in order to have a snow day.