Crazy, all the lovers have been tagged

[raybear]

Aaaaaaand, we're back.

I spent the weekend on Long Island with DYA and her dear friends, playing pretend uncle to 5- and 7- year old girls who (of course were cute because really anything in a smaller form is adorable, even humans, but also) were hilarious and charming. Perhaps my favorite part was on Monday afternoon, after spending two and half days with them, Chloe, the 5 yo, who was my teammate for the skeleton board game that she was slightly too young for, looked at me with this grin and said, "hey, what's your name?" I know her mom had mentioned it dozens of times before, but this was Chloe herself taking a sincere interest in wanting to know who I was. I took at as a sign that she was digging me.

I also spent the weekend (and plane rides) reading The Feast of Love by Charles Baxter though I'm not quite done, but I'll finish it today because it's a quick read and also because, uh, I love it. Damn you, Charlie Baxter. I'm a sucker.

I return to my regular world and learn that Seymour Hersh has managed to finally, maybe, convince the CNN crowd that Bush is, uh, scary and messianic. Breaking news! I joke because I fear.

I got up early to play catch up on some paperwork and e-mails. It's my spring break. Spring Break! Which actually for me means doing lots of work, only of the unpaid variety, of the soul-quenching variety, of the 'oh yeah, this is what I'm supposed to be doing with my life' variety, of the "let's advance my true calling' variety. Or whatever. Except it's already Tuesday. Damn. Ok, I can do this, even in only 5 days. That's still a lot of time.

Comments

[raybear.livejournal.com]

I am very very very far from rich. In fact, I am below the IRS's poverty line when it comes to yearly income. It's about finding cheap deals on flights ($39 each way from Chicago to Long Island, in this case). It's about staying on people's couches instead of hotels. It's about taking public transit in cities where natives never take public transit (like L.A.). It's also about prioritizing money. And, of course, it's about credit cards! So yeah, there's some privilege there, if not actual liquid assets.

[mintwaster.livejournal.com]

It's also about prioritizing money.

Like getting a regular bratwurst instead of an antelope sausasge?

*sniff* I miss our Hot Doug days.

[dommeyourass.livejournal.com]

and don't forget:
1. partners who pay for your plane tickets. i paid for this round. only fair, since it's my family. and
2. hosts who pay for all of your food -- i think the only money i spent was on the tickets, hot cocoa for the girls, and the board game.

[raybear.livejournal.com]

oh yeah, i didn't pay you back for that! ha. yes. sugarmamas are helpful too for travelling.

the only money i spent all weekend was $10 on appetizers for everyone at trader joe's! oh, and $20 on myself for books.