My dad once told me that the thing about America is that it's exactly how you think it's going to be. And it's true: you step out of the subway station in New York and there are yellow taxis streaming past you, just like in the movies, and ooh, look, there's the Empire State Building, and then someone shoves you and doesn't say sorry, and suddenly every cliche you've heard about New Yorkers proves itself to be true.
I collect travel quotes like other people collect stamps. Wait, no-one collects stamps anymore, do they? Well, alright then, I collect travel quotes like other people collect baseball cards. Or coins. Or---seriously, what do people collect these days? Positive eBay feedback? Witty text messages? Unemployment?
Wow, that's crazy, I had no idea you all had such strong opinions about Secret Bachelor Tuesday! Thank you for all your comments and votes. I really like the idea of a modified SBT---a Secret Bachelor Tuesday Lite, if you will, just one calorie!---so a millions thanks for that idea. And I certainly know who to go to the next time I need to make a decision. Do you think you'd all be this good with shoes?
We're off to San Diego on Friday morning, and I cannot tell you how much I am looking forward to it. I am looking forward to it so much, in fact, that yesterday I took down the large grey faux-Rubbermaid bin with HOLLY'S SUMMER CLOTHES scrawled on it in red Sharpie, and greeted each and every one of my tank tops and floaty skirts with a French kiss. There are many, many, many things I like about living in San Francisco, but wearing wool in June is not one of them.
So how was your weekend?
This morning, we woke up, looked out of our living room window, and saw this on the fire escape:
"How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!"