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Thursday, May 27, 2004
Domesticatedness
A quick hola hola from the Keystone State, where today I finished a regimen of 1.) playing soccer in the park and eating Quizno's, 2.) mowing the lawn and enjoying (as Strongbad would say) "the property of ones", and 3.) playing 23 holes of kick-ass miniature golf at one of the best putt-putt places around. Not a bad days work, eh? Ahhhhh vacation.
I trust you are all keeping the city in good steads. I heard that the Spermy/NellsBells send-off was a blast, and I was very sad to have missed it. But, as C-ray mentioned in one of his Sinister Coast entries -- we also narrowly missed getting pummelled last week at our impromptu send-off, so it wasn't a total wash. (Also, I got pummelled later that evening as I threw up into the toilet for what seemed like hours on end: the toilet seat rebelled against me and smacked me right in the face. I have a nice little cut on the bridge of my nose from it, thank you very much... but at least I finally managed to pass out on the bathroom floor... eww.)
I'm off to Va. tomorrow for some nuptuals of an old friend of mine, and it stands to be a fine time indeed. I think I am most psyched for the swimming pool at the hotel. I dreamt of it all day as I sweat while mowing the parents lawn (which I remember that I used to hate, but found it strangely relaxing today... grass, gasoline, sunsweat... good times).
Anyways, I'll be back next week, and I trust you will all enjoy yourselves in the meantime. Hopefully I'll be back to work soon, so keep your fingers crossed for me -- and for all of you ramblers doin' some rambling this weekend and travelling: be safe.
"'tis a fine barn, English -- but surely 'tis no pool."
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