trip-nick

Worked all the way through Saturday to help compensate for our impending pilgrimage to chrisglass‘s fine town on Thursday.

While doing laundry yesterday we realized that we’ve worn out most of our jeans and we were down to about four pairs of shorts between the three of us. So we piled into the car and headed to the new Kohl’s they just built up the street.

Nothing profound to report there – it’s like a mall-less department store… The prices were good.

Is it my imagination or has fashion come to a screeching halt? Over 1/3 of the men’s department was some sort of variation of cargo pants or shorts. (*This doesn’t bother me since I’ve loved and been wearing cargo pants since college). I just expected to be more weirded out by current fashions – only to notice that things haven’t changed much, (from my perception) from five years ago. Well – except for the apparent emergence of flip-flops). I bought a pair. They were too hippy to pass up and 30% off.

The afternoon drug on longer than we expected nichtsing our plans to try and hang out with Leah and Steven – so we just opted to stay home and do a closet-audit… untillllll… the phone rang. xenohomo wanted to know what we were doing. To which I replied: “The same thing we’re always doing… Hiding in our home in a self-absorbed, anti-social, nesting binge.”

I’ve said this before and I still fall into the same rut of self-induced disappointment: “I need to pay closer attention, because I’m going to blink my eyes and (**insert name**) is going to be gone.” I said this for my now passed on grandfather… I’ve said it before for friends in college days… I’m saying it now for Neel….

I’m going to blink my eyes and he’ll be in San Francisco. Gone.

“Of course come over.. We’re not doing anything special… but then again – when are we?!”

He arrived an hour later… Cookies, conversation, toasted ravioli, pizza and Family Guy episodes.

Somewhere in the evening he hauled out a dog-eared road atlas and outlined his upcoming odyssey.

I met Neel shortly after moving out to my first apartment. He’s been a fixture for most of my independent adult life.

I listened intently and enviously at his plan…

I don’t think I blinked the whole night.

I don’t blog.