December 29th, 2004

I Will Not Defame New Orleans.

Humping New Orleans

Good gracious golly beaver goo, but it was wonderful to spend a week seeing fambly and friends.

And great heaving globs of glee and gopher grime, I can't begin to say how relieved I am to be home.

Ben, as we were driving through the Bywater, after a week in tic-tac suburban Escher-esque perfection: "My god, it looks like the third world. I feel like we're driving through Mexico."

"Isn't it beautiful."

My west coast fulcrum is at about four days. After that, I start to lose my articulation, sense of balance, and all aesthetics. Mom, dad, bro, I love you tremendously, but please, if I buy you a house somewhere else, will you live there instead? I'll even throw in cookies.