5.08.2005

there once was a man...

I am sitting in a multi-million dollar home in Nantucket, Massachusetts, typing on one of about five laptops in the residence. The owner is watching the Red Sox lose to the Mariners, his cat is staring at me in hopes of my petting him, and the wind outside is at about 40 MPH right now. We were supposed to leave this island for Northampton this morning, but the winds were too much for the ferry to leave. Not much to do on this little island, but I don't really care; it's relaxing, and the house is pi-imp.

Tour's been pretty ho-hum so far. Niagara Falls got old quickly. Cornell was beautiful, but we hardly spent any time there. It was great to see Jen in Boston, and singing in Faneuil Hall was amazing, but for some reason I don't much care for the city. And then there was Nantucket. Jesus. Every home is worth at least a million. Smaller population than Brecksville (except in the summer, when Tommy Hilfiger and Teresa Heinz Kerry and their likes all crowd in). Total New England, except for the somewhat uncharacteristic conservatism. I had chowder today. I'll probably have more to say about it later, but damn, this is an experience.

Listening to: the golf game on TV

3 Comments:

At 12:16 PM, Anonymous Jing said...

you were at cornell? how sad that i wasn't there. maybe i'll see you this summer.

 
At 9:55 PM, Anonymous r-dawg said...

duuuuude....get an LJ!!! otherwise you can't read my awesome one :( i'm in cleeeveland....

 
At 10:47 PM, Anonymous rohin said...

there once was a nympho from nantucket
her first compulsion was to fuck it
frogs, dogs, cogs, or logs
she opened up her cooter and yelled,

"SUCK IT."



[author: this is form meets blank verse.]

 

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