cyn city

i'm sitting in the "dining room" of my brother and his girlfriend's apartment. lisa and carrie are both crashed on the couch. its five o'clock (approximately 7 indiana and 8 ohio time). and here i am, in vegas.

ridiculously long trip. our flight from denver to vegas was cancelled. we were wait-listed, and rolled onto another flight. that flight was over-booked, so we were rolled again. and this time we made it. the plane was full, we didn't sit together, but ended up in vegas. with 100 dollars in gift certificates, a new duffel bag, and a ripped one. all curtsey of united airlines.

so here i sit. drowsy. full. excited. and needing to write a paper that was due today.

today i realized that it is possible to sit in a room with thousands of people passing by, and ignore every single one of them. i realized that i can sit on a plane, between two strangers for an hour and a half, and feel no remorse about not talking to them. i realized that i'm longing to read, and bitterly disappointed with my literary selection for the weekend. yet, i'm delighted to discover that the dollar tree offers a fascinating selection of books,if one is willing to dig a little.

i want to go swimming but, lisa and mary are sleeping. too bad. i really like this little apartment. it has a lot of charm. i hope that in a year i'm living in a place like this, with a job, and...who knows what else.

p.s. carla...i would love to go to chicago with you, and i would love it if you brought your baby. however, lets admit it, i'm pragmatic. and the truth is that will most likely never happen. not because we don't want it too, but because logistically it wouldn't work. because, well you're at a different stage in your life. frankly, you have a life. which is a drastic difference. however, the lack of mine allows me to do things like spontaneous trips to chicago. but perhaps some time i will kidnap you and take you to angola. you know i've heard it's the chicago of indiana. no it's not, i made that up. but if we believe it, anything is possible. no, that's a lie too. want to here a truth?...