Hi Beaner,
Let’s see, to do my best to answer your questions:
I’m not sure, but I think I have had that “which way am I actually going?” sensation on a train before. Not too often, but it may have happened. I more often get a strange…I don’t know…vertigo-type sensation, where I’ll be sitting somewhere and suddenly start to feel like I’m laying down. It starts gradually, where I’ll feel like things near me, even things I’m holding, are getting further away, like I’m slowly reclining. But I’m not. Sometimes it’s really strong and quite strange and I have to remind myself “Nope, still sitting, just doesn’t feel like it.” I have to admit, though, it’s cool. I like it.
I think at 25 you can still be wearing leggings and baggy hipster shirts – wear whatever you want, goddammit! Except for wet-look leggings. Do not wear those. I think you’ll either look too Lindsay Lohan or too Katinka Inga Gegovena-na-na, neither of which is beneficial to your reputation.
Chances of us moving to New York could be high if we wanted them to be, but I think once there we’d have greater chances of working our way into the lives of artsy hipsters than the nouveau riche of the Upper East Side. Which wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing. But outfits like Jenny and Serena would be involved. Definitely. (I need to catch up on Season 2! Ah I’m so behind!)
I’m not sure how to deal with the Nanny, other than be like, “Look, son, lift the seat when you pee. Or else.” Really scare him on the “or else” bit. Just for kicks.
And the cable knit sweaters….I have no comment. Seriously. There are so many messages to get across to that country, so difficult to do.
So this past week the Pirate and I had to go to this dinner presentation for work, which meant a driver picking us up from the office and driving us an hour down to Hotlantic City on the Jersey shore (and back after), where we mingled with doctors and smiled and I didn’t really do anything except eat and hope no one asked me questions because I barely know anything about the company I work for. The dinner was in a private room upstairs at this casino. For a while I had to stand downstairs and made sure our guests found the place, which left a lot of time for people watching. Which leads me to my conclusion: there is a higher concentration of fanny packs in casinos than almost anywhere else.
Which, upon googling ‘fanny pack,’ lead me to an interesting fact I did not know and would like you, as my token Canadian (ha), to clarify: according to wikipedia you call it a bum bag? And so does the UK and Australia? Please follow up with me regarding this important matter.
Wikipedia was kind enough to lead me to the related article about the group FannyPack, who in 2002 put out that not-so-hit song that my then-roomate and I made up a ridiculous dance to, “Camel Toe.” Ahh, good times.
On that note, it’s time for me to get dressed.
I miss you too. And take the cruise!!
Love,
Pilot
