No-driving weekend
August 31, 2001i’m back, and already it feels like i never left. to get home from the airport on tuesday, i took the 90 to the 405 to the 10 to the 110 to the 101. hello, freeways. i didn’t miss you at all.
the weekend was near perfect: a lot of sitting and talking and drinking and eating and walking and shopping and sleeping and breathing, slowly. a lot of remember whens and i can’t believes. a lot of introductions and nice to meet yous. old friends, new friends and my
on monday afternoon, i lay atop a hill overlooking seattle, with my satchel as my pillow, the sunshine warming my face and no place i had to be. and that, my dear, is vacation.
pasalubongs brought home:
eeyore pez dispensers: 2
vivace dolce blend espresso: 1/2 lb
plastic hyena figurine: 1
hello kitty lip candy tin: 2
smoked salmon: 1 lb.
fun things acquired:
leopard print slap bracelet: 1
peter, paul & mary cd: 1
copy of resonance magazine: 1
packets of herbs for tea: 3
cocktail mermaids: 4
travel-size bottles: 3
handmade books: 3
olympus d-500L digital camera(!): 1
things i learned:
geese have enormously long tongues.
i have become extremely battery dependent.
izone photos are best in low light.
i am the way i am largely because of my brother.
I'm Christine, and this is a slice of my life—a sweet, rich, wildly indulgent slice that would taste really good with a scoop of Breyers vanilla bean ice cream. Read more >>
I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I look on the bright side.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
