pallbearering (pallbearing?)
I think i can safely say that i had never carried my grandfather's corpse before. it was really strange, to know that inside this tastefully mournful mohagony box resides the shell that once held 25% of my genetic makeup. the same man that looked a bit like yoda and talked in a thick german accent and poked nurses with his cane is gone in every sense of the word. id been preparing myself mentally for it for some time, but i never thought that i would be stoned and lost in amsterdam when the news was broken. The interrment was sad and gray and pretty. It was the first time i have cried in years. my dad was standing over his father's grave and i saw a tear roll down his cheek. that was too much for me.
Coming home to philadelphia was great. i had a wonderful thanksgiving (i got drunk with the Fam for the first time ever) and it was sooo good to see all of my friends. being in philadelphia was a little odd again. i felt like a total tourist, living out of my backpack without any real place to go. at the same time, i felt that philadelphia was mine more than ever before. i can read all the street signs and know the most direct route to any location in the city. I got served at mcglinchies, which is awesome considering my fake ID is terrible. it is frustrating knowing that i cant get a drink anywhere i want, because i have been drinking heavily for the past 3 months.
I have 3 huge papers due in the next three days, and i havent started any, on the basis that i have been home during the past week. i need to get this shit out of the way because i leave for barcelona to meet with danny E on wednesday. and from there i go to rome. its my last trip before i come back to the states on dec 12th. i plan on going to spain this july though. im not finished with europe yet.
Coming home to philadelphia was great. i had a wonderful thanksgiving (i got drunk with the Fam for the first time ever) and it was sooo good to see all of my friends. being in philadelphia was a little odd again. i felt like a total tourist, living out of my backpack without any real place to go. at the same time, i felt that philadelphia was mine more than ever before. i can read all the street signs and know the most direct route to any location in the city. I got served at mcglinchies, which is awesome considering my fake ID is terrible. it is frustrating knowing that i cant get a drink anywhere i want, because i have been drinking heavily for the past 3 months.
I have 3 huge papers due in the next three days, and i havent started any, on the basis that i have been home during the past week. i need to get this shit out of the way because i leave for barcelona to meet with danny E on wednesday. and from there i go to rome. its my last trip before i come back to the states on dec 12th. i plan on going to spain this july though. im not finished with europe yet.