I am currently residing on the good ship lollipopand Im loving it.
While up in NY, I suspected I might have over-romanticized the memory this town. But now that Im here, I find myself grinning stupidly and wallowing in its comfortable pleasures. Maybe its not specifically this place (although I do admit to my affection for small towns with a budding art community) but the people that are still here.
There is a minor militia of old homies here, the couple that eases my head is just across town, the boy who sends me into gigglefits is a short drive away, Im sleeping in the guestroom of my two favorite old farts, and my best friend of ages is here along with her kickass other half. We sit in the local bar among familiar faces talking design and drugs and music and making plans to establish an artists collective in one of the abandoned buildings on Elm. St.
I love knowing where the most beautiful cemeteries are, and how to sneak into them at night. I love knowing exactly where all the vintage stores are hidden and how to wrangle the best deal out of the shopkeepers. I love the train running through downtown and the smell of the steel plant at night. I love running into people I know in the bars and coffee shops. (even more getting drinks on the house) I love sneaking off to the onion cellar or to on track on a moody night, swilling with the dirty band boys, and theres always someone to walk me home. And I love the theatre Im working at, I love the work we produce and I love the people Im creating it witheven though it was the scene of my ugly lil heartbreak. Perhaps I love it even more for that fact. Last time I was working here I was in a sorry state and now, that I am back to my old self, I am enjoying the opportunity to revisit this place and revel in it properly. Theres more to life than love.
There is a personal challenge in it too. I believe in identifying and facing down your own weaknesses, in taking the difficult path and rushing headlong into things that scare you. And all of that mess, is certainly a part of why I am here.
But now I sound like a sloppy drunk in her I love everybody stage and there is no time for that. I have a birthday cake to bake and a batch of BBQ to work on. (the good stuff with a vinegar base, not that spiced up tomato sauce bullshit they make up north)
*Edited to say:*
Becoming my SG friend isn't hard. But I do require that you comment on something at somepoint. How can I be your homie if I've never even talked to you?
While up in NY, I suspected I might have over-romanticized the memory this town. But now that Im here, I find myself grinning stupidly and wallowing in its comfortable pleasures. Maybe its not specifically this place (although I do admit to my affection for small towns with a budding art community) but the people that are still here.
There is a minor militia of old homies here, the couple that eases my head is just across town, the boy who sends me into gigglefits is a short drive away, Im sleeping in the guestroom of my two favorite old farts, and my best friend of ages is here along with her kickass other half. We sit in the local bar among familiar faces talking design and drugs and music and making plans to establish an artists collective in one of the abandoned buildings on Elm. St.
I love knowing where the most beautiful cemeteries are, and how to sneak into them at night. I love knowing exactly where all the vintage stores are hidden and how to wrangle the best deal out of the shopkeepers. I love the train running through downtown and the smell of the steel plant at night. I love running into people I know in the bars and coffee shops. (even more getting drinks on the house) I love sneaking off to the onion cellar or to on track on a moody night, swilling with the dirty band boys, and theres always someone to walk me home. And I love the theatre Im working at, I love the work we produce and I love the people Im creating it witheven though it was the scene of my ugly lil heartbreak. Perhaps I love it even more for that fact. Last time I was working here I was in a sorry state and now, that I am back to my old self, I am enjoying the opportunity to revisit this place and revel in it properly. Theres more to life than love.
There is a personal challenge in it too. I believe in identifying and facing down your own weaknesses, in taking the difficult path and rushing headlong into things that scare you. And all of that mess, is certainly a part of why I am here.
But now I sound like a sloppy drunk in her I love everybody stage and there is no time for that. I have a birthday cake to bake and a batch of BBQ to work on. (the good stuff with a vinegar base, not that spiced up tomato sauce bullshit they make up north)
*Edited to say:*
Becoming my SG friend isn't hard. But I do require that you comment on something at somepoint. How can I be your homie if I've never even talked to you?
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just teasin - hope you're having a damned excellent valentine's day!
Y~!
Hope it's kick ass!