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I'm baaaaaack! Did ya'll miss me?
Had a wonderful time visiting some friendykins out in MA. The flight out was ok-ish. I had a layover in DC, and while I hate layovers, it was cool that I got to fly in over the monuments and see them all from the air. The landing in Providence was bollocks, though. The plane hit the ground so hard I thought the whole plane was going to fall apart!
In summating, everything was loffly, as my friends are loffly people. We did a lot of chatting, driving around and eating icecream. I was introdouced to a British show called Hex which is one of the best worst shows ever. Oh, it's total trash. Tasty, wonderful, lovely, entertaining and unintentionally hilarious trash. The on demand menu describes it as a "supernatural coming of age thriller." Now, I ask of you, who wouldn't want watch that?! "Daddy loves you pumpkin." "Daddy doesn't love pumpkin enough!"
Weds. we went into Boston and I got to go shopping at Cambridge. Specifically we went to this lovely little shop called Lush. Lush sells all natural, handmade body products. Since Beth (aka beta zeta) told me about it, I've been aching to go. I bought this amazing soap that is vanilla and rose sented called Rock Star (though we decided rockstars do not smell like vanilla and roses but booze, sweat and cigarettes) and a soild shampoo! It's the most amazing thing I've ever seen, bright green and smells like an expensive perfume.
There was some drama getting home. They canceled my flight that was supposed to leave at 3:25 and so I got put on a plane that left at 5:50. I was left to my own devices in the smallish and boring Providence, Rhode Island airport. I wandered around with my Charlie Brown backpack (which has been in five different countries not including the USA; it is a well traveled little bugger), people watched, and nearly finished "Wicked" by Gregory Maguire for the 3rd (?) time.
On the decent into Pittsburgh, I realized how much I truly adore the landscape of my home. My town is nestled in the foothills of the Appalachian mountains. From the air it looks like a camp of giants laid down and covered themselves with a lush green blanket of grass and leaves. A random farm would pop up every now and then between the sleeping bodies, hoping that the giant will not roll over in its sleep and crush the tiny, fragile barn.
On the drive home, I crossed over into my beloved East Liverpool, marked by towering green hills, a wide river mirroring the blue sky and old, little houses set into the hillsides. It is true. Distance makes the heart grow fonder.
oooososhiny · Fri Jun 15, 2007 @ 03:53am · 1 Comments |
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