on turkey day
so i suppose i should write about my thanksgiving. that seems to be in fashion. (plus, this way i don't have to explain the same thing over and over to several people.)
the temptation and desire at this point is to try to make a poetical reading of the whole affair rather than a bland recounting of events. it's not that there weren't any interesting events -- i can think of two nice little stories off the top of my head -- but i suppose it's the combination of my first instinct, and then the reaction to that.
my first instinct is to simply start spilling out things -- i rode the bus for seven million hours, i got to austin after everybody else had already eaten, i spent the next day sitting around doing nothing, i rode the bus twelve million hours back -- but i can already hear how boring it would be, and nobody would want to read it. the reaction, then, is to try and tie the events of the past few days into the universal things that all humanity shares. that's kind of a tall order.
so, i guess, since i know that friends of mine read this, i should just tell them what happened. it's not like i really have any other audience. so here we go.
what i did for my thanksgiving vacation
before i even went to austin, i rode with a friend (paul) to fort worth to visit two other friends (courtney and nicky) who just moved there. their apartment is a nice one, but they have no furniture and most of their possessions are simply scattered around. i commented, "i see you've got the neo-hippy look down", and nicky seemed to be embarrassed about the way everything was scattered around. i was just referring to the bed being a sleeping bag and the dresser being the closet floor.
the next day, after fresh krispy kremes and starbucks, it was onto the bus with me. despite never living in ft. worth, i've been in the ft worth bus station at least three times, versus only twice for the one in abilene, and one time there was just to use the phone.
at any rate, the bus was late (i'm a poet!), and so after a sunny afternoon's ride to waco it was time to wait another half hour for the bus to austin. i thought, "this will be a perfect time to sit and write a little." alas... i was headed all the way to austin without a pen! that's what i get for not thinking about what i needed. a fellow passenger took pity on my plight and retrieved from his luggage a pen with which i merrily doodled odd nonsense and wrote a few words in a musing sentence or two.
eventually, i found myself in north austin with no way to get to family in south austin! what was i to do? i have to go work now, so you'll just have to wait until next time to find out. ooh, the suspense is killing me!