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I was driving home from Manders' tonight and an old song came on the radio. I recognized it in a nostalgic sort of way but just couldn't place it. Then the chorus arrived:
Walking down on market street
And feeling my heart skip a beat
To see someone that looks like you
I guess that I’m not through
Dreaming of the one I love
You know what I’m dreaming of
San francisco days, san francisco nights
IRONY!
I'm headed to Berkeley in a couple hours. Yes..my wonderfully crazed parents have decided to wake up at an absurd hour and drive down to Cali. But that's why I love them...my absurdities had to come from somewhere. We're going down for orientation, and I am beyond excitement. I feel lucky to have had the experience of stepping onto a college campus and simply knowing it was right. It just felt like home, and I'm so ecstatic to visit! Lots has happened lately...I was thinking a +/- list would be perfect, but somehow that doesn't seem to do everything justice. I've noticed changes in people, and it's bittersweet. Maybe it's more that situations have changed them, but it's still change. I think a few days away will be refreshing!
Today was the first day of summer work, and I'm realizing that the cynicysm I once had for Nordstrom employees is slipping away. Cheesy, cliche, smattered in pink bubble gum poppyness.....I'm starting to find it all endearing. I still hate the idea of attaching to customers and pressuring them to buy things the second they step onto your dept floor (so I'll be sure to stay away from that approach!), but I've gained a lot of respect for the company and the support it gives its employees. I haven't worked there since October, so it's nice to be back.
Summer so far has been full of light entertainment:
Saw this: http://www.rollingstone.com/reviews/movie/_/id/6816042?pageid=rs.Home&pageregion=double1 with my mom. It was charming, sweet, and engaging thanks to its "doey eyed" star. Her approach was simple, yet not in the "NOTICE MY SIMPLICITY" way that a lot of film makers seem to revel in. Best line: "We're supposed to have a life together fucker, but it can't start until you CALL ME." Across the street from the theater, we parked next to Lex Loeb's display of materialism on 21st and Hoyt (look at The Oregonian's Living section from Tues). There were some random things...
Went to Lolo's house later that night. She, Mofo, and I danced in the street and watched a documentary on the surfers of Dogtown. Party on.
This is goodbye for a few days! Have a good weekend guys! I'll be sending warm CA vibes (even though it's colder in Berkeley right now..whatev!)