EGAD
or, (de)mythologizing the fetish of placewherein our unlikely hero composes a series of
empirical geo-anthrospatial dispatches, aimed at establishing just where
he is, and perhaps even why it matters
After bride and groom sped off in a cloud of smoke (literally), Laura the unusually-cheerful goth declared that we should play a round of putt-putt. In the dark. Like Meridith's heart. Or so she claims, anyway.
Turns out that Zanesville not only has a mall, but said mall is occasionally infested with gothy-boppers. This amused Laura greatly (said Jess, "You visited my mall?!"). As did the prospect of blacklit golfing, especially in our formal duds. So Laura, 'Ridith, Gemma, and myself piled into Hatman's rental and away we went.
Also turns out that we're terrible at putt-putt, although Sawyer did keep sinking improbable holes-in-one.
I like the one where I'm not blurring up the backround =). Did I mention that I'm thinking about getting a digital camera for myself? Also, I'm a big fan of the livejournal feed.
Posted by: at August 10, 2005 09:43 PM (Permalink)Laura, right? Yes, you should invest in a digital camera of some sort. I forsee endless fun with Photoshop as a result.
Glad the feed is working out. Must be popular with you folks; I've been getting more comments this week than ever. (Besides the snarky ones on the feed itself, I mean.)
Posted by: Milligan at August 11, 2005 06:05 PM (Permalink)