So I spent the weekend under the red star in the mountains, which was lovely and nostalgic. Cliff and I drank a fair amount of wine; I wore fleece; I fell down twice in two days while hiking and skinned my palms and knees; I drove past my old Thruway exit and could not, no matter how hard I tried, remember the Lost Year and living in Rochester. Luckily, before I could further explore this state-schizophrenia I currently exit in, it was time for me to get back on the jet plane and I flew back home.
To the photos, then.
Ah, the natural beauty. It abounds. But shouldn't this be "WITH your mouth?" Phhhbt. Clearly this is not deliquents graffiti.
Or is it. Fuck. I'm confused. Not surprisingly, I would like a drink.
You would like a drink, or a sanitary napkin?
ReplyDeleteHey, welcome back. Those photos are amazing. I may have to make one or more into my desktop.
ReplyDeleteGosh, doesn't Rochester seem so long ago? But not? What a freakin' weird part of life to be in.
hey-the red chair--were you guys at the waubeek lodge? i was there last yr. course, in the adirondacks, there are prob. a hundred red *adirondack* chairs...
ReplyDeletecouldn't remember for the life of you the lost year in rochester? i, on behalf of rochestarians everywhere (primarily those in rochester), am offended and hurt.
ReplyDeletehow could you forget heartwarming weekends in 40 town? or commuting from rochester to webster to work at a crappy coffee house and then at a crappy chain-restaurant? what about when those goofy pink trees in the oxford middle-of-the-road-grassway were in bloom? don't you remember when i got so drunk at your apartment that the menu screen of super troopers literally made me leave the room and hug your toilet for a full hour?
i think you owe a certain city a little apology. i mean, rochester is no mankato, but it gave you some good times.
Cornshake: we were actually at the Sagamore... one of those "great lodges" that rich NYC folks built during the turn of the century for the other rich folks to escape to. I would like a red chair.
ReplyDeleteRP: Don't be hurt! I didn't quite say it right in this post... I've got another, hopefully more coherent one a brewin' on the complicated subject. But fear not, you and Suze made that year... broken Earthtones mugs, 40 City, feeding you hummus (before? after?) the Great Puke Party, and me sitting on your couch on gray February afternoons with one McBestler smoking and admiring, for the eight hundredth time, the pink space-agey ash tray.
Those were good times.
Perhaps I will make more sense later in the week.