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Livin' the Dream

Many many many thanks to my gracias host, L.K. for housing me far past the amount of time that I originally imagined I would have to take up space in her charming apartment. I will forever miss that playful shower of hers that tends to squirt me in the face when I thought I was giving in the final twist to turn off.

Now I am quartered in my trombone bosom buddy M.B.'s house and the delicious scent of spaghetti wafts up my nostrils.

Tomorrow, I will be visiting someone who I think must be living the dream. The foremost blacksmith of medieval arms and armor in my immediate circle, in Minneasota, the country, and possibly the world. That, at least, is the version of events told to me by his daughter, the only person in college that seemed to be as weird as me in college and therefore a kindred spirit. So, a double delight tomorrow.

I was going to eat half a guinea pig today, but we failed to reserve that 24 hours in advance, so it can no longer be.

What adventure waits?

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ruth said…
I love that I'm a part of option 2 and you have not communicated with me in ages. Good luck, brother.
July 28, 2010 at 8:02 PM
Bigfoot said…
a hyuck. I knew I left some part out.

I was inspired by your facebook message inviting me to do so! I just neglected mentioning it to you, to keep you from stressing something that was in the dreaming phase.
July 29, 2010 at 2:41 PM
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