Vince Young is leaving us! Why, Vince, why??? Didn’t we treat you well? You’ll be a God if you just come back for one more year. I can’t believe he’s gone. I can’t believe he’s going. I can’t believe our amazing team must die. Vince Young helped us believe in love. I can’t believe you disagree. I can’t believe this is…goodbye. We were long overdue for a Rent reference, people.
Speaking of long overdue, why has nobody been updating recently? Brandon hasn’t updated in a month. Yes, the same Brandon that once updated with computer-crashing 4000 word stories daily for our reading pleasure. I hear he’s updating tonight, but that really all depends on how bored he gets / what movies finish downloading. Leahanne, I left a message for you on your forum days ago and still no update. Veronica, I expected more from you. Ho-anna, when you admit that you should be writing more but are too lazy, you’re right. You should, and must write more. I don’t comment on half entries. Katie, I gave up hope long ago. Surprise me. I need my juice, people. I’m a freaking continent away and every time I try to talk to someone they’re on their way out the door. Even Leahanne blew me off to go cook food at five o’clock today! You haven’t seen me in two weeks! Look at me, look at me! Joanna gets 40 Damn-Damns for emailing me an update of what’s going on in her life. She even got the juicy gossip about my trip first. See what happens when you fuel my ego…
Back to me. My trip here is coming to an end, which is sad. I’m looking forward to spending a few days in the Wood, though. Friendswood, by the way, is the real wood. I’m so sure of this fact that I don’t even need to put quotation marks around it, like Joanna does with the Woodlands. The honor of being called the Wood is not something that you earn simply by having more trees. To argue that this was the case would be rediculous. Being the Wood is so much more. It’s about the spirit of a community, and the adventures that occur within it. For further illustration, I recommend picking up The Wood seasons 1-6 and it’s follow up The Wood: The Next Generation when they hit shelves in 10-12 years. Besides, saying that the Woodlands is the Wood just doesn’t make sense…it’s just like stopping midway. The wood in Friendswood comes at the end, which is where it should be found if you want to use it as a name. It’s the Station, not the College.
I made the best playlist ever for the train ride last week. It’s my slow, folk-heavy playlist that is perfect for winter, or all year round if you’re soul-less like me. (Katherine maintains that I have a soul, I just lost it. One day I’m gonna open up a DVD – which I believe will be When Harry Met Sally… - and find it again.) The playlist kicks off with my newest obsession, Joshua Radin, before leading in to some Colin Hay, Imogen Heap and my all-time favorite, Ryan Adams. It then touches on anything from Dylan to Postal Service to Elton John. It’s the playlist I’ve been trying to make for the last two years. The songs all capture the perfect mood that is relaxing and fitting to more than one emotional state. If you’re lucky I might just let you listen to all five hours of it some day. Anyway, I made the playlist for my trip to London and listened to it while we crossed the Channel to visit my friend Geoff (G to the eoff, to me).
London was magnificent. It’s my second favorite city in the world. After meeting up with Geoff we headed back to his house, which is owned by singer Richard Ashcroft. It’s hilarious, because his house is basically four stories with a huge garden, and it is surrounded by little one story cottages with fifty square feet of yard space. It was over 300 years old, and had the historic feel that you can only find in Europe. After spending the first night there telling scary stories and having a ridiculously long conversation about serial killers, we went into the city the following morning. When we got off the tube at Leicester Square, the buildings all around us looked fake. It looked exactly like it did in the movies, and the sky was (for once) beautiful. After walking around the Square, we had fish and chips at a local bar, made fun of the Asian restaurant next door that was named Poons, and bought tickets to see Les Miserables that night. After that we went shopping somewhere. By “we” I of course mean “the girls”. I went to Borders, bought the 200th Empire, and met Davide and Geoff at a pub. Brandon, the issue is awesome, and they have an amazing ILM montage on one of the pages. the 201 greatest movies are coming on the next issue, which should be awesome too! Anyway, that night we saw the show which was phenomenal. I was very excited when I heard the first notes of “On My Own”, though. I nearly kicked the guy in front of me as I turned to Alexia and said (in a voice far too loud for the theatre), “I know this song from Dawson’s Creek! Joey sings it!!” Thankfully, she too knew of the glorious episode in which Joey competes in the beauty pageant. After the show, we went out to eat for Alexia and Davide’s birthday at Little Italy, a restaurant near Leicester Square. We then caught the last train to to Richmond (Geoff’s town) and began playing drinking games to Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me. We drank whenever Austin said “yeah, baby!”, whenever Dr. Evil put his pinky to his mouth and whenever a penis or ass joke was made. Unfortunately, most people went to bed before anything really stupid happened.
We woke up the next day at 14:00 (2 PM for you un-international readers) amazed that we had wasted half of the day. After sitting around for hours, trying to decide whether or not we were going to go into the city (I was very adamently in favor of going – to the point of annoying everybody else), we headed to Leicester Square again to look at ticket prices. Half of the group (Lauren, Patricia and Geoff) decided to go see the limited screening of Brokeback Mountain, while the rest of us (Rachel, Alexia, Davide and I) went to see The Producers: The Musical. I saw the show on Broadway back in December 2002, and it was just as great the second time around. Seeing two West End shows in two nights was great, and I’m really glad we were able to work it out so that I could waste all of my money doing it! That night we went back to Geoff’s house and proceeded to recount the olden days of high school, while slowly getting more and more drunk. By the end of the night lots of bizarre information had been shared, people had gone to the bathroom far too many times, Geoff punched his computer screen as hard as he could in a moment of drunken stupidity and the girls depressed everyone by putting on The Notebook. Later that night, when I went to brush my teeth, I heard noises coming from Rachel and Alexia’s room (they had “gone to sleep” an hour before), so I went in there and we ended up talking for awhile before everyone else slowly made their way into the room. By 4 AM we had six people on a small bed, all laughing so loud that we actually woke Geoff’s mom up. In the morning we all got packed, headed down to the train station and barely made our train (I had to keep the door from closing twice), didn’t have time to give Geoff a proper goodbye, and then barely made the Eurostar back to Brussels (we were on the LAST car, all the way at the end of the platform).
It was great seeing Geoff again, and seeing that absolutely nothing has changed with him. I really missed being together with all of my friends, and the three days we spent in London are really precious to me. I don’t know when we’ll all be together again, but knowing that we can be gone this long without anything changing is really refreshing. Change is one of the hardest things to deal with in the transition from high school to college to professional life, and little things like this make it much easier.
The last few days have been really lazy. Davide and I have just been hanging out at his house, watching Scrubs and hoping that some act of God suspends time so that we never have to go back. He leaves in about two hours, and I’m gonna miss the hell out of him. I didn’t realize how long it had been, or how much I missed him until this trip, but that’s probably a good thing. I still think of him as if we’ve been apart for a month and not eighteen. When I lose that, it’ll be bad. You’ll all know, though, because I’ll spend all of my time looking at pictures and watching old tapes of Pippin from high school. Anyway, Davide, if you’re reading this, I had an amazing time and I’m gonna do everything in my power to make sure we see each other again this summer.
So that’s what been going on since my last update. Just your usual…I downloaded the first two episodes from the newest Scrubs season. The first episode was painfully mediocre and I didn’t really like the whole intern camera thing / the whole intern thing. Plus, having Elliot at another hospital was a bad mistake. BAD. You need to keep them all in the same hospital. I don’t care how unrealistic it actually is. Anyway, I thought the “MAN” cards were great and the second episode helped return the show to it’s usual level. I just hope that Elliot goes back to Sacred Heart and the writers realize how retarded it was to ever change something that worked as well as Scrubs did. Also, I can’t wait until spring when they release the third season and, more importantly, “My Screw Up”, the greatest episode of the show.
Ok, well it’s now 5:47 and I have to wake up to say goodbye to Davide in an hour. I’ll probably still be up adding pictures when he awakes, but I’m just trying to begin to wrap up my entry (Note: when I finished it was exactly 6:47 – weird). For those of you that matter, I get in to Houston around 2:00 on Wednesday (1/12). Since neither of my parents seem to care, they’re sending a driver to pick me up. When I was talking to my mom on the phone yesterday I thought she was kidding. I responded with a “yeah, is that where all our money is going, woman? Why don’t you and dad just save money by picking me up in the Navi’ and buy me a Lexus?” She proceeded to say, “she’ll have a placard with you name and just call my cell phone when you get home to let me know you arrived alright.” She was for real. It makes a bit more sense when I explain that neither of them are going to be in Houston at the time, and that she is charging it to her company, but still. All that matters is that I’ll be cruising to the Wood in style as the perfect ending to my European vacation. God, I love being pretentious.
Speaking of pretentious, Katherine and I decided that the Perfects’ new hobby is going to be sailing, so I’ll learn and teach everyone else (with the help of Veronica, hopefully). In the meantime we can just spend time on Veronica’s yacht talking about sailing. As Katherine said earlier today, “how can you have a wealthy, pseudo-intellectual group of crime-fighting philanthropists who do not know how to sail?” Well that’s all for now. I hope everyone’s vacations are going well and I’ll update sometime before school starts.
WHY VINCE, WHY?!!!
This is for Katherine:
Wardryan: koozies are just funny
Katherine: and pointless
Katherine: but that’s just my opinion
Wardryan: yeah, I agree
Wardryan: just hold the damn drink
Katherine: if you can’t handle it
Katherine: you don’t deserve to drink it