Fulfillment
I've been here for a while now, and finally I'm having my urban-intellectual-pseudo-hipster experience. I strapped my shiny new 19-pound fixed-gear to my feet and negotiated the downtown traffic to Java Jungle, the hip indie coffeeshop right on the river. Got my coffee from the obligatory impossibly beautiful 20-something barista and opened my laptop to get some work done. Outside, there are homeless philosophers, skaters, dog-walking high-rise dwellers, and local teenagers taking advantage of the indian summer to get in some rapid-swimming. This is what I've been missing since I left Madison.
Mostly what I'm missing lately is M, of course, since she's been away at law school at UNLV for weeks. I went to visit her in Vegas, and can report that UNLV is UNLoveLy. As is all of Vegas. Why would anyone put a city in the burning red sand and insist that electricity and water be dragged out there? M is somehow surviving without a car, but I don't know how. Looking at a map, you think, "of course we could walk to the cinema; it's only three blocks." But the blocks in Las Vegas are a good twelve miles long. We had to forgo the film and turn back to avoid our bones blanching in the desert sun under the unblinking eyes of the detritus of the Nevada gaming industry.
She's coming home for the weekend, though, and we'll have a fabulous time. We're currently considering the adoption of a lovely little puppy man. Big step, but the dog stars seem to be aligning. We're getting him for free, he's trained, he's the perfect size for the condo, we've been jonesing for a pet, and I, for one, much prefer a dog to our other option, another nosferatu cat like the one M had. He's currently going by Lou, but we may be slightly adapting that to Lucifer or ditching it entirely and retraining him to answer to Iago. I've always wanted a dog named Iago. Currently also he has a stupid poodle haircut, but we're going to get him looking more like a normal dog so the other kids don't mock him and pelt him wth rocks and garbage.
Mostly what I'm missing lately is M, of course, since she's been away at law school at UNLV for weeks. I went to visit her in Vegas, and can report that UNLV is UNLoveLy. As is all of Vegas. Why would anyone put a city in the burning red sand and insist that electricity and water be dragged out there? M is somehow surviving without a car, but I don't know how. Looking at a map, you think, "of course we could walk to the cinema; it's only three blocks." But the blocks in Las Vegas are a good twelve miles long. We had to forgo the film and turn back to avoid our bones blanching in the desert sun under the unblinking eyes of the detritus of the Nevada gaming industry.
She's coming home for the weekend, though, and we'll have a fabulous time. We're currently considering the adoption of a lovely little puppy man. Big step, but the dog stars seem to be aligning. We're getting him for free, he's trained, he's the perfect size for the condo, we've been jonesing for a pet, and I, for one, much prefer a dog to our other option, another nosferatu cat like the one M had. He's currently going by Lou, but we may be slightly adapting that to Lucifer or ditching it entirely and retraining him to answer to Iago. I've always wanted a dog named Iago. Currently also he has a stupid poodle haircut, but we're going to get him looking more like a normal dog so the other kids don't mock him and pelt him wth rocks and garbage.
posted by James at 4:16 PM
1 Comments:
I've always wanted a dog called 'Syndrome'.
Just for what you would say when he jumped up on you or on your sofa.
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