The Anaconda & The Aardvark
(or, "Aesop Would Have Been Proud")
After a 5-day excusion to see the in-laws, two respectively 9-hour car trips to get us there and back, and followed up nicely with what will shape up to be a 7-day stint at work, and some sort of virus that's managed to render me near ready to pass out if I was standing, I'd say...something. Probably something quirky and poignant, which would sound like a half-assed excuse for this little bit of nowhere being so damned late, but my mind's still swirling around thanks to meds and exhaustion.
But what can be said is that I have learned the following things in the last week:
--the downtown core of Hartford, CT. never wants you to leave it. I don't know how, but they have somehow managed to ensure that finding any exits leading onto the turnpikes, interstates and highways that take you of town is nigh impossible.
--Canadian customs greeting us with a temporary visa for Mel: good. Canadian weather greeting us with lots of snow as we crossed the border: not so good. (and for some reason, the snow stayed on the Canadian side; the weather was perfect for driving all the way through the States)
--last week I ran a kiosk. This week I'm running a little table.
--nothing livens up a quiet, empty mall on a Thursday morning like a violent catfight between two teenage girls cursing, kicking and throwing each other into large metal signs. Who won the fight in the end? The security guard.
Today's Non-Sequitur Movie Title: I Was A Teenage Barbie Doll.
posted by Phillip at 7:38 PM
