Repost: Follow up to the smidge of drink

"...Like the wandering footsteps of a wandering child..."

a little later on 6/6/06

That's a line from a Be Good Tanya's song called "The Little Lost Bird." It popped in my head because, though I wouldn't be doing this anytime soon, I'm still obsessed about where to live after I'm done living here. I need a place that's like Maine but isn't Maine. Laid-back people, lovely pockets of total hippies but regular and even hick people close by for the sake of perspective.

I know Asheville, N.C. is pretty cool. So maybe. Is there any hippie place in Florida? SF is me, totally, but it's also so expensive...I don't know. It won't matter for a while but it's a thing that thinking about makes me feel better. It's a way to get through the ennui of maintenant.

Where should I go once I leave here? West? East? Europe? South? Hell because even hell is better than Massachusetts?

I'm going to go make another one of these...hmm...what should I call this drink?

later

As I made another one, I thought about what it reminded me of. It reminded me of summer and vacations. Only I'm so far away from any sort of vacation. So I've decided to call it the drink "invagle."

InVaGl- inadequate vacation in a glass; not to be confused with "inveigle" which means to win over by coaxing, artful talk. Though this does win you over by coaxing, artful taste.

Off to go drink another invagle and see if lying down will rid me of this headache.