Miles
Rory visited me this weekend and after she left, I got really homesick for the first time. I guess I'd sort of forgotten what it was like to be with a good friend, and then I remembered, and then I missed it. I love that girl. We went to a sort-of-goth club and danced and drank some gross diet Rock Star. Guys kept smarmily trying to dance with us (well, mostly her, then me after being rejected by her) and not getting the hint when we pretended to be a gay couple. We also made the mistake of seeing Hostel. I doubt I need to warn anyone against this movie, but if you were planning on seeing it, fortheloveofgoddon't. It was the most unpleasant movie-going experience I've ever had...I almost walked out. Rory and I are fans of horror movies, cheesy ones included, but...this wasn't scary, just repulsive. I'm not squeamish, but whoever made Hostel was seriously sick. Apparently Quentin Tarantino's trying to bill it as "satire." Yeah, right.
But that's not the point. The point is that I miss everyone terribly. I miss home. I miss DC and my house and my friends and my acquaintances and Mandalay and the metro and adventures. I really like Salt Lake City (despite the fact that last night I couldn't order vegan pizza somewhere because I'm under 21--what the hell?), but my friends are far. Getting packages and phone calls is wonderful--and I've had several lovely items of mail--but it makes me miss people more. So come visit me in droves! Come alone or in groups, by car, plane or train, for a day or week, and I'll show you the best chai you've ever had and the Mormon tabernacle lit up at night and a huge bookstore with a first edition of Mary Poppins.
But that's not the point. The point is that I miss everyone terribly. I miss home. I miss DC and my house and my friends and my acquaintances and Mandalay and the metro and adventures. I really like Salt Lake City (despite the fact that last night I couldn't order vegan pizza somewhere because I'm under 21--what the hell?), but my friends are far. Getting packages and phone calls is wonderful--and I've had several lovely items of mail--but it makes me miss people more. So come visit me in droves! Come alone or in groups, by car, plane or train, for a day or week, and I'll show you the best chai you've ever had and the Mormon tabernacle lit up at night and a huge bookstore with a first edition of Mary Poppins.