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| Post-rehearsal dinner, I'm exhausted. But I have to share my moment of the night. I was sitting down, waiting for the bridesmaides to get our turn walking down the aisle, and my dad walked by. He stopped and whispered "If you ever get married, have a small wedding." I asked him if he'd pay me $5,000 to elope. We shook hands on it. | | |
| I really hate airports. I usually look like an angsty cocker spaniel when I'm there. I also hate riding on airplanes. Now, I do enjoy flying, but not the process of stuffing your bags in too small spaces and having your personal space invaded by strange people.
My second flight (of two) to get here to VA was dreamily perfect. I was astounded. I was towards the front (board last, leave first) and I had three entire seats to lounge myself across. It was a quiet, peaceful flight. We didn't have to sit and wait long in the plane. At the baggage claim, my bag came within five minutes. The women at the airport coffee place were friendly.
Now for the second bridesmaidehood of this month. . .and this time I'm the sister of the bride. | | |
| I have two very recent obsessions. The first is washing dishes. Quite surprising, a bit odd, but it's a quirk my roommates don't mind (though they've asked me to not wash theirs all the time).
The second is my Jackson Brown record. Specifically, this song:
LAWYERS IN LOVE
I can't keep up with what's been going down
I think my heart must just be slowing down
Among the human beings in their designer jeans
Am I the only one who hears the screams
And the strangled cries of lawyers in love
God sends his spaceships to America, the beautiful
They land at six o'clock and there we are, the dutiful
Eating from TV trays, tuned in to Happy Days
Waiting for World War III while Jesus slaves
To the mating calls of lawyers in love
Last night I watched the news from Washington, the capitol
The Russians escaped while we weren't watching them, like Russians will
Now we've got all this room, we've even got the moon
And I hear the U.S.S.R. will be open soon
As vacation land for lawyers in love
It is a song for the you, your pals, your neighbors--it's a song for everyone. But I knew that the Rev would be especially enamored.
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| Well, I've spent the last 2 months stranded in South Dakota eating grapefruit, serving drinks at a 50s style nightclub, and sleeping in the trunk of my car and pawning my clothes to save enough cash to make it to the west coast.
Not really. But that certainly would have been interesting if I had.
But reality isn't to be sneezed at. I made it out here to Seattle at the very end of May. And now, I have:
--a room in a brightly colored duplex in a cheap neighborhood, exactly a five minute drive
from my internship
--a wonderful new job starting next month
--two very fun roommates
--matresses given to me by a lady in the thriftstore parking lot who, when they wouldn't fit in my car followed me to my house and helped me carry them inside
--five other peices of furniture that cost me a total ot $15
--2 cats, 2 rats, a fish, and a spider; on speaking terms with all but the latter
--a really groovy chinese lantern with a blue light
Varied experiences include being a catwalk model in a fashion show; swimming fully clothed in the lake. Twice. Taking myself out dancing on Friday night; and statistically more frightening than death, my first public speaking speech-giving occurance; heading back to the east to the most fun wedding ever to be the lime green bridesmaide.
And now, at last, at long last, after years of waiting-- listening to my Lawyers in Love record.
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| I've made it to the western end of South Dakota, and it is a very large state (I don't think you can fully appreciate that fact until you've driven across it). It's the end of my third day of driving, and I'm tired. But I've made it through Virginia, West Virginia, Kentucky, Indiana, Illinois, Missouri, Iowa, and Nebraska.
Interesting incidents include my stay in Omaha and my dinner at the tiny little bar in a tiny little town in SD. But sadly, I am not in the mood for storytelling, and instead I'm going to go eat a grailfrit. | | |
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