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America plays the hits

Posted by on June 1, 2006

We are at last back on American soil and American soil is suffering from 1000% humidity. New York is hot, loud, crowded, roachy and hideous but by god it’s home.

Sort of.

The Lad and I are both feeling dazed by the sheer Americanness of everything. “Our money is so BIG,” I say in wonder, “and why is it just this one color?” At the diner they just keep on filling your coffee cup. Cars are huge. And I don’t know quite how to put this in a sentence, but: burritos, man. Burritos.

I miss London though, or rather Thomas’s flat in Stoke Newington which we rarely left except to buy more alcohol. If there were an award for “Most Wasted Trip to London” we would get it, and we would get special honors for the implicit pun, because we both wasted our time and were wasted most of the time. Days began at around 1:00 in the afternoon and ended around 5:00 in the morning; drinks began around 3:00 p.m. I have never poisoned my body so thoroughly in such a short period of time and I am proud of myself for sinking to the challenge — a complicated challenge, actually, since the point was not only to keep up with veteran drinkers Thomas, George and Lad, but to carefully supress all signs of drunkenness. This is easy to do when sitting around watching the Back to the Future trilogy but gets a hell of a lot harder when you are all reading Shakespeare out loud.

We did manage to venture out to Cambridge for a day: Thomas’s 85 photos of the day are here, cut down from the original 180 he first took. Captions are provided by Thomas, which is why they convey information as well as pith.

I am looking forward greatly to being home, my clean and purple city, where burritos are $3 cheaper and my parents will cook me dinner while our faithful dog Molly barks at me and tries to hide behind the house until I leave.

5 Responses to America plays the hits

  1. michele

    she doesn’t really bark anymore. and mostly hides in plain sight on the hill above the pool.

    two thumbs up for american soil, burritos, and american cell phones.

  2. nuala

    Despite the fact that you are back, which I am glad about mind you, I still expect adventures of the pig at random intervals. I enjoyed them too much for them to stop.

    I hear you about burritos and I haven’t even been denied them recently.

  3. BD

    When you get back we should have some adventures of the pig at Memphis Minnie’s. And I can show youse the new pad.

  4. didofoot

    is memphis minnie’s one of those uber-american places that advertises its meat by a picture of a happy animal waiting to be eaten? if so, i’m all over that.

    looking forward to seeing the new place, the new dog, and the new purse bought specially for the dog.

  5. michele

    do you even have the new dog yet?

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