The heathen girls stay at home in the Pioneer Valley, listening to Canadian turntablism.
TIP TOES: Ragdoll
Sometimes my dreams have very vivid soundtracks. Last night I dreamt I met Steve Martin and told him about how my dad bought me his autobiography (true story). This played in the background. I can’t remember if this impressed him or anything else that happened. I just remember waking up next to my sister in her bed, dodging her ice toes and ripping the retainer from my mouth in some mystery rush.
‘Bout to see a whole bunch of these when I roll up into Western Massachusetts tomorrow afternoon. MEGABUS IS MEGAFUN. It’s actually usually MEGAAWFUL, but I’ll be en route to see my family, drink loads of local craft brews and breathe in some non-NYC-perverted air. And all of that is cool.
Also I get to point and make fun of my sister for being
fat pregnant. Double fun!
We spent Thanksgiving in Western Mass eating so many potatoes that bourbon didn’t count, sucking up tons of Harry Potter and generally enjoying time outside of the city. Funny how devastatingly delightful being surrounded by a fleet of pines and small town charm can be.