So Much to Say

I'm not normally one to quote Dave Matthews, but it seems fitting today.
So here's what's been happening.

--I took my first (and possibly) last Chinatown bus. On this trip, I lost my personal cell phone. So, if I ever
had your phone number, you're gonna wanna e-mail me
--I ate blueberry buckle and peach kuchen (forever now known as cooter) at the mini-Powers reunion at the Matthews homestead.
--I bought a purse. Ok, it's really like a big shoulder bag, but really, who have I become???
--Today I saw a cop in the Union Square subway station with what looked to be an automatic rifle. Good times
--I now own 36 English muffins.
--My feet are the dirtiest they have ever been. My dirty hippie soul is now matched by my outsides.
--I saw my first "famous" person in the city. Remember the aunts from "Sabrina, the Teenaged Witch?" I saw the pudgier one, who is no longer pudgy.
--I have officially become addicted to iced hazelnut coffee. I lived in Seattle for a year and never got hooked on the stuff, but now I need a fix at regular intervals.

And this next part is worth more than a bullet. Tomorrow BK and I are going to see Mike Doughty. I heart Mike Doughty. Of course, it's gonna be 2 degrees cooler than the 7th level of hell tomorrow, so that trip into Hoboken should be tons of fun. I'm bringing Snappy, the digital camera, and will be capturing the event. In the next 2 weeks, we've got Ben Folds and Marc Broussard/Glen Phillips shows. Apparently a good chunk of my paycheck will be going towards rock and/or roll. And speaking of paychecks, thanks UW for that last direct deposit--I wasn't expecting that!

Finally, if you have ever read this blog, wouldn't it be fun to leave me a little note?