It was a typical Friday. Work, cloudy skies, young women's activity, an "undate" planned... No worries. The day stopped being typical when Josh and I went to Ludvig's Bistro. The restaurant only has ten or so tables which are close enough together that you could lean over to take a bite off your neighbor's plate and it would hardly be noticed. The atmosphere is a mix between Turkish, and the 70s. They actually had rugs draped along the ceiling. It's a great little place and the food is DELICIOUS! I had my first real experience with crab, and I must say, I have been missing out my entire life. It was pricey, but worth it.

After dinner we had some time to kill before our movie so we decided to go walk on the beach. As we started making our way towards the sand, i saw a fish plant that I wanted to check out. The fact that it was closed for the night and the gate was locked only made it more of an adventure. My excuse was that my grandma had broken into a cemetery the same way so it was ok. (I do recognize that it's not actually the same at all and I really was breaking the law). We had seen most of everything when I heard something behind us. There, emerging for the building was a woman and two rather vicious looking dogs. After demanding to know what we were doing, she called the cops. We were hauled off and ended up spending the night in jail. It was cold and the food was horrible! But my cell mate was pretty nice, if you consider a crazy lady with tatoos of sharks and bears nice. Come now, did you actually believe me? The lady who discovered us in the fish plant was really nice and asked us to leave for liability reasons, which we did peacefully.
Josh was shocked by my brazen and daring ways. He exclaimed that he had never done anything so illegal in his life, and what would his mother say? I know that deep down (or not so deep down) he enjoyed it.
Next on the agenda was starfishing. Again, this was my idea. I led the way to a rocky outcropping where I proceeded to roll up my pant legs while standing on a precarious ledge. Josh just stared at me with wide eyes and told me that he would try to save me when I fell in. If he could stop laughing of course. I told him he was free to laugh as long as I didn't drown. Eventually he took pity on me as I waded in up to my ankles while trying to hold on to any small hand holds I could find. He grabbed my hand and lowered me to the water. I had a grip on a large, purple starfish, but he was to much of a fatty (the star, not Josh) and I could not pry it off the rock. We left it for another day and went to the movie instead.
Prince of Persia was produced by Disney and I was expecting it to be lame, regardless how everyone had raved about it. However, I really enjoyed it and thought it was done well.
So that was my Friday. it was fun to be myself and really let go. I still love Sitka and I'm still determined to make every day an adventure.