But here on Earth there'd be no life
This may be my last update ever from the Tea Garden. I'm sad about that. I had one stamp card all filled, which I used today, and one two thirds of the way done that I gave to Ben. I'm still managing to remain blissfully ignorant about the fact that I move on Monday. I mean I can say to myself, "you are moving on Monday!" and my response will be to nod and smile and completely and utterly deny the existence of any Monday ever in the history of ever. Monday? Ah ha ha, what is this Monday of which you speak? You people are so cute, you and your made up days.
Fortunately Mara is coming up tonight and knows perfectly well when Monday is and will beat me into packing if necessary. It may be necessary. I hate the idea of leaving Minneapolis so hard. It's not really like I get into the nightlife, or even the daylife for that matter, but I did manage to sort of semi-establish myself. I mean, I got an apartment in Uptown, I learned the bus system pretty well, I can go grocery shopping at one in the morning like it's normal and I can walk anywhere I want to. I think that's really the kicker, the fact that I can walk so much. Between the buses and the fact that I consider less than an hour to be within "walking distance" I can go anywhere, and that's not something I can really do so much in Rochester. Rochester is a driving town, and I am not a driver. So I kind of lose my last vestige of independence that way. I'm not really looking forward to the old "mom can I have a ride" routine again.
Oh well.
Anyway, Savers started doing this thing last year where every store gets two big foam skulls, which are decorated and auctioned off. Last year I got the skulls, and Mara and I decorated the daylights out of them, and then I discovered they were too hard to take on the bus and I ended up never giving them back. They're still in my kitchen. This year Ben and I got the skulls and we decided we'd better hurry up and do the stupid things before I leave, so he came over last night and we sat down with a pile of art supplies and every intention of actually getting work done.
You know me and intentions.
So we did get one done, his, which had a clockwork orange theme. Then he left it at my apartment because I was going to have to take mine over to the store at some point anyway, and this morning, I stepped on it. WHICH WAS AWESOME. SO GLAD I STEPPED ON IT. OH BOY. The damage isn't really bad, but it is kind of right in the front, and it's going to look even stupider if I never get my skull done and all we have to show for, like, twenty five hours of collaboration is one badly painted, slightly stepped-on skull.
It was refreshing having him crash at my place, if only because it meant that I got to be the one with a decent night's sleep and he got to try his luck with an uncomfortable couch, for a change. I also learned an exciting new way to wake people up using a laser pointer and Bambino. This may seem mean-spirited but I think it's a lot better than the other method I thought of, which was just a lot of hitting and yelling and really wasn't very innovative at all. Against all odds, I probably am going to miss Ben. Oh well, it's just half a year before I have three loooooong months in Israel to get so sick of him I'll be ready to go home by the end of the trip just for the sake of being on a different continent. That'll be fun.
Fortunately Mara is coming up tonight and knows perfectly well when Monday is and will beat me into packing if necessary. It may be necessary. I hate the idea of leaving Minneapolis so hard. It's not really like I get into the nightlife, or even the daylife for that matter, but I did manage to sort of semi-establish myself. I mean, I got an apartment in Uptown, I learned the bus system pretty well, I can go grocery shopping at one in the morning like it's normal and I can walk anywhere I want to. I think that's really the kicker, the fact that I can walk so much. Between the buses and the fact that I consider less than an hour to be within "walking distance" I can go anywhere, and that's not something I can really do so much in Rochester. Rochester is a driving town, and I am not a driver. So I kind of lose my last vestige of independence that way. I'm not really looking forward to the old "mom can I have a ride" routine again.
Oh well.
Anyway, Savers started doing this thing last year where every store gets two big foam skulls, which are decorated and auctioned off. Last year I got the skulls, and Mara and I decorated the daylights out of them, and then I discovered they were too hard to take on the bus and I ended up never giving them back. They're still in my kitchen. This year Ben and I got the skulls and we decided we'd better hurry up and do the stupid things before I leave, so he came over last night and we sat down with a pile of art supplies and every intention of actually getting work done.
You know me and intentions.
So we did get one done, his, which had a clockwork orange theme. Then he left it at my apartment because I was going to have to take mine over to the store at some point anyway, and this morning, I stepped on it. WHICH WAS AWESOME. SO GLAD I STEPPED ON IT. OH BOY. The damage isn't really bad, but it is kind of right in the front, and it's going to look even stupider if I never get my skull done and all we have to show for, like, twenty five hours of collaboration is one badly painted, slightly stepped-on skull.
It was refreshing having him crash at my place, if only because it meant that I got to be the one with a decent night's sleep and he got to try his luck with an uncomfortable couch, for a change. I also learned an exciting new way to wake people up using a laser pointer and Bambino. This may seem mean-spirited but I think it's a lot better than the other method I thought of, which was just a lot of hitting and yelling and really wasn't very innovative at all. Against all odds, I probably am going to miss Ben. Oh well, it's just half a year before I have three loooooong months in Israel to get so sick of him I'll be ready to go home by the end of the trip just for the sake of being on a different continent. That'll be fun.
posted by Betsi at 1:40 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home