Okay, that’s two words.
I also met Baby Everett– the newest addition to the Overcoat family– and I visited LD’s 5-month-old bundle of delight, during which I learned enough about childbirth to determine that all of my children will be adopted from distant lands, as far away from my vagina as possible.
But, really, what more can I say? This video says it all. Good people, good music, and low-quality video production. The song is “Postcards from Italy” by Beirut.
Friends, meet friends:
There were times when well-meaning relatives tested the limits of my ironclad civility and there were times when the novelty of being carted around in the backseat of a sedan lost its quaint, nostalgic charm. But on the whole, the trip was a success.
Such a success, in fact, that by the time my plane was ready for take-off, my heels were planted firmly in the St. Augustine grass. I don’t know when I’ve ever dreaded anything like I dreaded coming back to this place.
It was the quickest flight I’ve ever experienced. Too quick, in fact. Before I knew it, the pilot of our 50-seat puddle-jumper was announcing the weather in preparation for our imminent landing.
“Alright, folks, the weather in Madison right now is about 21 degrees with blowing snow…”
I involuntarily winced.
My cab ride home felt longer than the flight. My driver prattled endlessly about his various pet peeves and unsung talents, as I stared resignedly out the window at the snow blanketed roads. I occasionally offered a half-hearted response, but these went largely ignored. Like most people who corner me for conversation, he wasn’t talking to me, but rather at me. We skidded twice in the snow.
I wearily climbed my icy front steps, struggling under the weight of my bags and my overwhelming sense of defeat. I pushed open the front door and was greeted by a darkened hallway, the muffled sound of whitewashed indie rock, and the familiar smell of stale cigarettes and McDonald’s wrappers. My stomach lurched.
I dropped off my bags in a bedroom that didn’t feel like my own, wrapped my scarf a little tighter, and set out for a walk in the snowy twilight. The whole world was silent, but for my boots crunching through the new-fallen snow. I watched the sun dip below the horizon, turning the sky a brilliant pinkish-gold above the lake.