...take me back to New York.
That's a line from a Cole Porter song, "Take Me Back to Manhattan" and I am pleased to report that I made it back from my week in the 'burbs. Many an observation was made about city vs. country life, at least while I wasn't almost being run over by SUVS when I was out on my assorted runs this week-end. People seem to think that when they're driving back country roads in their gas guzzler cars they can speed as if they're in a Lexus commericial. This is not so, particurally when folks like me are just trying to finish a little four mile jog.
Anyway, I just dropped off three rolls of film from last week and from Jennifah's party last night. They'll be up Thursday or Friday. Sure, I could have gotten them done in an hour, with a photo CD, but you can't get matte prints in an hour, only glossy, at least not at the CVSs in Gramercy. I'm a dork for matte prints and so everyone has to wait to see the tom foolery from last night.
Now I have to go home and deal with reality (read: mail) as well as a number of fashion magazines that came in over the week. I love fall, even if it still is the middle of August.
But I do miss the Volvo station wagon. We had some good times last week, kiddo.
