I'm very much looking forward to going home on Saturday. My mom's invited "all my DC friends," to chez nous for Easter festivities, so that gives Fraser, Joe, and I a chance for one debaucherous reunion that will most likely involve an egg hunt, and lots of good story material.
Tuesday, 24 March 2009
And we climbed out of our cars and watched in awe
I didn't make it to the film yesterday. I did, however, make it to the middle of nowhere, the place where the bus stops, and the world ends. Some rural suburb of Edinburgh unbeknownst to me geographically. I just sat there, and smoked, and eventually I got home. Actually, I got to the cinema, where I asked the young woman there if it would be possible or alright or both if I just snuck into BL a half hour late. She said no. Because she didn't know, and I didn't expect her to, and I left, I went home, and I slept.
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Buses stop at the edge of the world on some routes.
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