Monday, August 29, 2011

Someday the mountain might get 'em, but the law never will

I haven’t been feeling focused enough to write in the blog lately. There was a great-but-quick trip to VA Beach with friends, where we floated in the ocean and came up with some good (and some not-so-good) literature-themed bar names, including:
  • Fahrenheit 45Rum
  • Tess of the Daiquiris
  • Dom Quixote
  • Pinot-nocchio
  • A Cocktail of Two Cities

Oh, I’ve forgotten so many good ones already. We did decide that our bar would have a late night pizza joint next door called “War and Pizza.” On the downside, the name makes absolutely no sense, but on the upside…it makes me giggle.

There was Vancouver, which is freaking gorgeous. So pretty that I even dared to rent a bike…twice. Jeremy and I have decided that if we have a ‘President Perry’ or a ‘President Bachman’ (I threw up in my mouth just typing that), we’re moving to British Columbia, where the hoboes pick up litter and they sell earflap hats shaped like mystical creatures—one day you could be a unicorn, the next day a yeti! It’s a magical place.

One strange moment that I must share from our trip: I have started watching Supernatural this summer, which shoots in Vancouver and features a ’68 Impala. I saw that car on the streets of Vancouver (the actual one—they were setting up a shoot), and Jeremy admitted that it was cool—but not as cool as seeing, say, the General Lee. I held myself back from making cracks about the South Carolina native wanting to see a car with a big Confederate flag on top (OK, OK…I didn’t), and the debate continued over drinks at an Irish pub. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the live entertainment starts playing…wait for it…"The Good ‘Ol Boys," which is…wait for it…the freaking Dukes of Hazzard theme song. The musician couldn’t have overheard us. And so I reluctantly gave Jeremy the ‘win,’ based on cosmic intervention. Which I feel is kind of cheating, but whatever.

And now, there is my new job. Which is awesome. And my new home office, from which I work…every single day. Yes, that’s right…I have a ten second commute. Tilly is not so happy that I spent all of today upstairs in the office, but she stuck close by:











That’s the foot of my office chair you’re seeing. She stuck REALLY close by. Although she did move around a bit:


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