Oh boy. My poor little blog. How I've neglected you! And for no reason other than that I didn't feel like writing. I missed writing about some good things too, like my trip to Wisconsin, my friend Rachel's new house and a design competition that Ted and our friend Andrew and I all did together. We lost, but out of 230 entries, we couldn't really expect much. There were six finalists chosen and we are convinced that we were totally in seventh place.
Anyway, I make no promises about the future of goodonpaper, but for now I will tell you about the most depressing fourth of july ever. It rained, it was cold, there were no fireworks, Ted worked all day. The only thing that prevented me from jumping off a bridge was that we had dinner at our friends' Laura and Andy's house.
There was key lime pie, pasta salad and beers. We WOULD have had burgers grilled on the grill, but as it was raining, we took them inside and spiced them with Turkish spices and had a feta yogurt sauce with them. Take that United States of America! You and your lousy freakin' weather. That's right, we had the cuisine of another nation on your birthday. And we'd do it again. Oh when will you stop drinking and come home?
The rain! It didn't even let up enough to light a friendship pagoda:
I wore wool tights, on the Fourth of July, and sat with Laura on her porch, half drunk, smoking cigarettes, staring into the rainy darkness and wishing for the sparkle of fireworks.
But things are looking up. Tonight I am driving to Boston to see Alicia, my best friend from college. We are also seeing our friend Ethan, whom neither of us has seen in about twelve years. Can that be right? I think it is.
This means I will be missing the great Stephen N's Kansas Barbeque Birthday. Every year he imports Kansas City Barbeque to New Haven and shares it with like, fifty friends. I have charged Ted with the task of bringing me leftovers, but I tend to doubt there will be any.
That's it for now. I really hope the long lapse in posts doesn't completely reduce my readership to one. Me. But if it does, I totally deserve it.
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