Me with nothing to say, and you in your autumn sweater.

Jul 18, 2009 23:37

 Last night and today were such a sweet spot.
And VT is tomorrow.
I couldn't be happier with both of those facts.

SO CONTENT.
SO
BLOODY 
CONTENT RIGHT NOW.

And this is a rare thing, this summer, so I'm going to savor it.
And wear stretch pants in my room while I pack for tomorrow and listen to Yo La Tengo.

Also, Geoff says great things and I need to write them down before they escape me.  The more we hang out , the greater the impulse grows to carry a TalkBoy or a notebook around to capture things like:

"So!  I'm an accidental arson...[insert story here]...when we came back in the morning, those porta potties were DUST."

"I'd really love to get a pet greyhound.  But you know that thing, where people look like their pets?

"Did you feel like we eating in a bug zapper?" - re: us as the only customers at the Boylston Spike's, a restaurant that was BRILLIANTLY lit up, with shiny walls, blasting P.O.D.
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