skirts and tights

dreaming about the vacations i want to take this year/next year. all depends on how much i can squirrel away and justify the costs. all of them make me feel lighter when i think of each one.

los angeles, where i will visit my best friend, lay on the beach, drive around singing songs, watch musicals, and eat delicious food. maybe even dream about paul rudd by the beverly hills mall fountain. this trip is already happening and i’m looking forward to it like no other.

tucson, where i will visit my aunt and uncle with my best friend. we will meet in the airport and drive another rented mustang (insert hold steady joke here). this time, we will get lost in the desert, see more museums, and hopefully get a convertible before they’re all gone.

toronto, where i will visit kelly and get there by train, because the bus was awful, flights are stupid expensive, driving makes me feel tired just thinking about it, and i love trains. i’ve wanted to take a long, long train ride for years and this would be the perfect trip for it. in toronto, my new (or real?) self will walk for miles, eat poutine, see rock shows, and fall a little more in love with this city.

minneapolis, where i will finally see shows at first avenue and the triple rock, and spend time with some of best people i’ve never met.

perhaps the most important: orwell, vermont, where i will drive, hopefully in the ‘92 crown victoria, and listen to playlists specially crafted for the trip. i’ll bring my laptop for musical purposes and let’s admit it, stupid computer game purposes. but mostly, i plan to sit on the back porch of the farmhouse and read the pile of books that’s been waiting for me. i will ride the fort ti ferry and sit on the rock cliffs on the lake.