Potatoes in the Mist

So D and I went to Brown for my tenth-year nostalgia fest. There's always this complicated mixture of happiness and sadness...it's fun going back to this place where we had incredible times (separately; we didn't know each other then, he was two years ahead). But you can't *really* go back and there's always a bit of sadness that goes with that. We decided to stay in Motel 6 in Seekonk and save some major $...the hotels in Providence GOUGE you over Memorial Day weekend, knowing that 10,000,000 people are coming for various reunions AND graduation (this year, the class of '07 graduated and the classes of 2002, 1997, 1992, 1987, 1982, etc. reunited). But next time, we'll probably stay in the dorms. We had to take cabs between Seekonk and Providence constantly (which was still cheaper than staying in a Providence hotel), but... One cab broke down within sight of the hotel exit. Through pedal-pumping, coasting downhill and sheer willpower, the driver got us ther...

So I finished my sweater today: The neck was a pain in the neck. I feel like I'll never want to knit a V-neck again. Of course, I probably will. I saw the cutest dog today. It really looked like a friendly bear...black, with an abundance of fur. Everyone was stopping to pat it. I was hugging it and hanging out with it when the owner/father said, "Gotta go to work! Sorry!" I realized they can probably never go on a straight line from A to B without being stopped. Another girl was patting it before me and I saw some more women smiling at the doggie. It's probably a bonanza for the guy if he plays his cards right ;) I still haven't decided which dress to wear to the reunion. I'm leaning toward the black. I guess I'm feeling understated. Also, an author I like is coming to the reunion! She graduated 10 years before me. I'd love to talk to her, but I don't want to stalk her. Hmm.

Blogger just made me switch to the beta version. How fascist of them! I'll get over it, though. Maybe this one has some nifty new features. So my friend, L, the woman who is getting back together with her Edinburgh boyfriend of auld lang syne , sent me her story: Victor and I met in 1977 in a disco in Edinburgh, Scotland. I was a philosophy student at the university, from Wisconsin. Victor, from Kilmarnock in the West of Scotland, was working on an oil rig and had a cute apartment where we gave dinner parties. He was, and is, a superb cook. We had a trip to Paris after I graduated, and to London where we got matching tattoos on our feet, and a road trip to the "low Highlands." Then, I returned home to the Midwest, and went on to New York and a job at The New Yorker, and Victor began working as a photographer in Edinburgh. I always knew that Victor would do very well, and he has. On the web I saw that he'd won awards. He has two daughters, 12 and 21. He contacted me by...

A friend of ours (she actually introduced me to yoga!) is reuniting with a long-lost boyfriend. He's a photographer in Scotland, and she'll be living there for the next six months. Pictures from 1977 and 2006: I like the idea of them reconnecting with the past, and each other.