Yes, it’s been awhile – but that doesn’t mean it’s been dull!
I recently relocated to a little town in a faraway place where it’s acceptable to start boozing before 11 a.m. and the credit cards ingeniously have PIN numbers. I get paid below minimum (think, camp counselor) for a 24/7 job of making sure legal adults don’t give people the impression that the U.S. is chock-full of Quicksilver frat boys and girls all named Kimberly with identical aviators (though at this point I don’t believe it myself).
The busses are as large as buildings and take turns at frightening speeds, making it easy to envision one tipping over and making a fifty-foot crater where Parliament had once stood. The bricks in my building have seen over a thousand years of history take place on the street below. Very cool. 1,000 years of people tripping on that curb, and drunkies stumbling out of pubs and peeing in alleyways. (At least that’s what I see.)
Being a resident assistant in London for Boston University, despite the Prada bitches and meatheads, is pretty fantastic. More on that later. For now I just wanted to update my reader (yes, I believe that is correct – love you Katie!) and say I’m alive and flashing those aviators proudly in 8 inches of snow.
