Colorado-in' it up, yo

I'm back in the big CO, and doing well! Moving was an absolute trial- I ended up having to postpone my flight, and I made Nick late to work (Nick, you have the patience of a saint. Seriously.)

Now that I'm back, I'm just trying to see everyone at least once during the brief time I'm here. The weather has been very... Scottish here as of late. I love it. It's a very welcome break from Arizona! See:


So far I've only gotten to see my mom, dad, and brother, but I'll be seeing Becca and the family in about an hour, Sabrinah Teusday, Clay Wednesday, Dad again Friday, Steppie Saturday, and Amy... sometime. Whew!

Since the weather's so lovely, I went out for a walk night before last around the property, accompanied by my fierce hunting-cat, Arthur.


We made a tour of the old forts, starting with the lookout post, then Fort Woods, followed by "Carpet Town" as I just decided to call it, the cabin (an 8' by 10', real log cabin that my dad and I built), "The Bunker," and finally headed up past the deer meadow to where the vein of quartz rock comes to the surface. It occurs to me now that I missed the one up by the road amongst the baby pines, and the spot where I always built my snow caverns. Anyway, it was amazing how much the scale of the place has changed relative to me over the course of the last ten years.

In other news, I ran into Jeff Schmishny today (sp?). He's a cadet with the Denver Police and getting free school at Metro, though he plans on using the Police as a step on his way to being a fire-fighter. Ah, brave Jeff! Always off saving people!

Alright, I'll stop boring you. Off to see "Revenge of the Sith!"

NYC/Big Camp

Alright, alright, I'll blog again. Right after school got out and I had the best critique of my life (I was actually applauded; it was totally weird), I headed off to NYC for a few days with folks from my Cultural Encounters class, plus a few others, and our former teacher. We hit up the Met, ate authentic, New York meatballs (the size of a small dog) at an "Irish" pub, and went to see "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" by Edward Albee on Broadway, starring Kathleen Turner (whom you may recall as the voice of Jessica Rabbit in "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?" We had an amazing, super-expensive dinner with Edward Albee himself at a really nice French restaurant, where we got the scoop on his next piece (a play which he intends to write sideways like a musical score so that he can precisely dictate the rhythm and volume of the dialog). Very fancy stuff, let me tell you.

We... went to Chinatown, had another expensive lunch at the French Culinary Institute (which was hilarious, I can't even describe how much fun we had), went to MoMA, and then I went to the Upper West Side and had dinner with my aunt Marian, an 83 year old woman with more character than a room full of most people. We sat, ate, and talked for a good three hours, which was absolutely lovely, since I'd never really gotten to spend time with her one-on-one before. I headed back to my hostel, where I changed and went out with some others. Anika, Addy, Marissa and I went out to this fancy bar in Times Square, where we sat on uncomfortable stools where Addy could "be seen." The joy of going to really nice bars is that they don't ever card! I had a fuzzy navel, and tried a bit of Addy's dirty martini, which I'm afraid was delicious. This could be a problem, lol. After that, Addy retired, we got Anika cake at Cranberry's, and got some more drinks at the pub next to the hostel. Mmm, dirty martini. We retired to the hostel room we shared, and just had girl-talk; I didn't know Marissa before this trip, but she's a really cool girl and I hope I'll get to hang out with her again in the future.

The next morning, we went to UNICEF and had a chat with Catty, who's a Swedish woman who went to the Sorbonne in Paris with Addy and is now a lawyer for UNICEF. That was really interesting- I hadn't really known what UNICEF was exactly. We then went and met with Jeffery Jacobs, the son of Dean Mark Jacobs, who works at Black Rock Financial whosiewhatsis, and grabbed lunch at a pizza joint. Then Marissa, Anika and I went to the Museum of Sex- we couldn't resist.

We also ate ice-cream-cake icecream- they'd actually blended up an entire ice-cream cake, frosting and all, and re-frozen it. It was scrumptious!

A quick word on Big Camp- it rocked. Yay flour, yay goofy costumes, yay smores, yay camp songs, yay movies on the bus, and YAY GIRL POWER RAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I said a C-to the A-to the M-to the P
Let me tell you a little somthin' 'bout Camp Sparky
All my peeps be sayin' Camp Sparky's so fly,
I L-O-V-E love it 'till the D-A-Y I die.
Ready Set Go, let's make some noise,
Gonna lay the smack down on all the CS boyz!

Alright, I'm going to end this post, and start another!

"You spin me"

"You spin me right round baby, right round like a record baby right round round round..."

Ah, the music of the 80's. Ain't nuthin' like it.

"Psycho Killer- Qu'est-ce que c'est?"

(Is that how you spell that?)
"Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far better!
Runrunrunrun-runrunrun away!"

When I was driving home this morning, "Psycho Killer" by Talking Heads was on, and I had vivid flashbacks to Daniel singing it in Mrs. Craft's room, skater hair-cut bobbing jauntily. Ah, those were the days!

Oh, and I'm about as rusty as that nail you dropped ten years ago when you were building yourself a tree house in the yard- I was at Whole Foods tonight and this GORGEOUS guy (thin but muscular, dark eyes, obviously a tree-hugger) said hi to me... and I walked past.

Yes, I know, you're shocked. You're saying, "But Eleanor, you're THE Brazen Hussy!"

Unfortunately, "Brazen Hussy" Eleanor went out for a jog a long time ago and never came back. I hear she's somewhere in Europe. She has been replaced with "I'm a fat loser" Eleanor.

Pity, that.

:-P