every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end
Cait's wonderful fantabulous day.....
1) Trained into NYC, last time for a while.
2) The deities of B&H aided me in the replacement of my lens which decided it didn't want to focus on stuff anymore. The sales guy also shared his experience on the famed Chicago-Seattle train, which now gets added to the ever-growing bottomless list of things I must experience.
3) Vietnamese food with Bert in the park. Bert gave me the best goodbye presents EVER:
A. Travel Buddha, whose belly is to be rubbed for good luck.
B. Cheesy cheap beaded USA bracelet, so when I forget where I live I can look down at my wrist, proclaim "of course!" and slap my forehead.
C. Natural Valley granola bars, in case I get hungry on my journey.
D. Happy Bar Mitzvah card, complete with a hilarious/touching note and Springsteen lyrics.
4) Paris, Je T'Aime with Lindsay at Sunshine. Quite possibly the best movie I could possibly watch right now, with the exception of L'Auberge Espanol. I AM THE FAT DENVER WOMAN.
5) 2 hour coffee with Lindsay to discuss said movie, in Whole Foods overlooking rainy Houston St.
6) Yet more coffee with Alina and Kaci. I am now obliged to contact Alina the exact moment I arrive in Madrid to confirm that I am alive, because Alina is my mom. We also determined that if Kaci and I were ever left alone, everything around us would be on fire in short order.
7) Walk through the pouring rain up to Bert's apt for Lost with the Wednesday night crew.
8) Home by 2am.
let me just say that fascinating new thing by semisonic is the best song ever because it will make any girl feel instantly better and that the spin doctors still make me happy even after all these years and that i'm all about owen right now because all his songs are about leaving and change and absinthe party at the fly honey warehouse by minus the bear will forever be my travel theme song and the greatest named song in all of history and the new pornographers remind me danielle and the city and that no one knows that popvert exists except me and maybe the band members and chris carrabba from dashboard who i hear is a dick in real life but which doesn't change the fact that he's an amazing lyricist even if he cheats and detunes every song, and boys of summer makes me want to drive around in a convertible too fast in the middle of the night screaming and i still stand that the swimming hour is the best andrew bird album and that figure 8 is the best elliott smith album which actually isn't true because elliott smith doesn't have a best album i only said that because it's the most recent one i've listened to and in the lost and found is just so god damn beautiful and i gotta tell you that praise chorus by jimmy eat world would be the greatest karaoke song if you could properly work the crowd and i fucking love jimmy eat world and i don't care who knows it and i've given up trying to share jon brion with people which is a total lie because of the cds i made dave allen who is a really cool guy and i miss dave colucci like crazy because we are in love with each other and how great were those gifts from bert? i will miss him like whoa along with most people but not enough people and i really want to be a rockstar but never could and no one cares and why do i still write in this thing anyway? maybe because it'll be good for a laugh one day or because i'm currently shopping for a new tell-everything-to person [insert lyrics: standard lines by dashboard] or because i'm both an attention-whore gemini and a modest virgo and now my foot's asleep. fuck.
You know what? I'm leaving in less than 48 hours.
I'm on my feet
I'm on the floor
I'm good to go
now all I need is just to hear a song I know
I wanna always feel like part of this was mine
I wanna fall in love tonight...
1) Trained into NYC, last time for a while.
2) The deities of B&H aided me in the replacement of my lens which decided it didn't want to focus on stuff anymore. The sales guy also shared his experience on the famed Chicago-Seattle train, which now gets added to the ever-growing bottomless list of things I must experience.
3) Vietnamese food with Bert in the park. Bert gave me the best goodbye presents EVER:
A. Travel Buddha, whose belly is to be rubbed for good luck.
B. Cheesy cheap beaded USA bracelet, so when I forget where I live I can look down at my wrist, proclaim "of course!" and slap my forehead.
C. Natural Valley granola bars, in case I get hungry on my journey.
D. Happy Bar Mitzvah card, complete with a hilarious/touching note and Springsteen lyrics.
4) Paris, Je T'Aime with Lindsay at Sunshine. Quite possibly the best movie I could possibly watch right now, with the exception of L'Auberge Espanol. I AM THE FAT DENVER WOMAN.
5) 2 hour coffee with Lindsay to discuss said movie, in Whole Foods overlooking rainy Houston St.
6) Yet more coffee with Alina and Kaci. I am now obliged to contact Alina the exact moment I arrive in Madrid to confirm that I am alive, because Alina is my mom. We also determined that if Kaci and I were ever left alone, everything around us would be on fire in short order.
7) Walk through the pouring rain up to Bert's apt for Lost with the Wednesday night crew.
8) Home by 2am.
let me just say that fascinating new thing by semisonic is the best song ever because it will make any girl feel instantly better and that the spin doctors still make me happy even after all these years and that i'm all about owen right now because all his songs are about leaving and change and absinthe party at the fly honey warehouse by minus the bear will forever be my travel theme song and the greatest named song in all of history and the new pornographers remind me danielle and the city and that no one knows that popvert exists except me and maybe the band members and chris carrabba from dashboard who i hear is a dick in real life but which doesn't change the fact that he's an amazing lyricist even if he cheats and detunes every song, and boys of summer makes me want to drive around in a convertible too fast in the middle of the night screaming and i still stand that the swimming hour is the best andrew bird album and that figure 8 is the best elliott smith album which actually isn't true because elliott smith doesn't have a best album i only said that because it's the most recent one i've listened to and in the lost and found is just so god damn beautiful and i gotta tell you that praise chorus by jimmy eat world would be the greatest karaoke song if you could properly work the crowd and i fucking love jimmy eat world and i don't care who knows it and i've given up trying to share jon brion with people which is a total lie because of the cds i made dave allen who is a really cool guy and i miss dave colucci like crazy because we are in love with each other and how great were those gifts from bert? i will miss him like whoa along with most people but not enough people and i really want to be a rockstar but never could and no one cares and why do i still write in this thing anyway? maybe because it'll be good for a laugh one day or because i'm currently shopping for a new tell-everything-to person [insert lyrics: standard lines by dashboard] or because i'm both an attention-whore gemini and a modest virgo and now my foot's asleep. fuck.
You know what? I'm leaving in less than 48 hours.
I'm on my feet
I'm on the floor
I'm good to go
now all I need is just to hear a song I know
I wanna always feel like part of this was mine
I wanna fall in love tonight...