Just when I start to feel like a big misunderstand dork; the universe sends me an email (no lie!) to make me feel better. See below...
Most people quickly forget car types, brand names, and whether or not you could throw a Frisbee, Jennifer, but forever remember the broadly smiling, animal talking, tree hugging eccentrics they befriended.
Go for the latter.
Putting the "U" in Unforgettable,
The Universe
Happy Friday.x
Friday, December 16, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
Christmas in Prague
I was somewhere in Eastern Europe the day my childhood pet, an untrained, completely out of control Dalmatian named Ringer died. Ringer was my humble yet attention-starved servant from the day she arrived unexpectedly when I was thirteen and remained my charge until I moved on to greener pastures (or faster lanes) in my early twenties.
It was Christmas and bitterly cold as you would imagine Eastern Europe to be this time of year. I was homesick and the phone call home cost a lot (even with the advantageous exchange rate) but no price was too high for me. I was sure it would make me feel better to speak to someone back home. I longed for familiarity in the form of fuzzy navels served in plastic red cups and mashed potatoes made with condensed milk; but the bad news was blunt with the completely opposite effect.
So, I spent the rest of that Christmas day with a friend in an expat bar drinking Czech beer, playing pool and getting high with three Dutch guys who did not speak much English while It's a Wonderful Life played on all the small TVs in the back drop. It was the first (not last) time that I felt I may have ventured too far away from home to ever truly go back.
It was Christmas and bitterly cold as you would imagine Eastern Europe to be this time of year. I was homesick and the phone call home cost a lot (even with the advantageous exchange rate) but no price was too high for me. I was sure it would make me feel better to speak to someone back home. I longed for familiarity in the form of fuzzy navels served in plastic red cups and mashed potatoes made with condensed milk; but the bad news was blunt with the completely opposite effect.
So, I spent the rest of that Christmas day with a friend in an expat bar drinking Czech beer, playing pool and getting high with three Dutch guys who did not speak much English while It's a Wonderful Life played on all the small TVs in the back drop. It was the first (not last) time that I felt I may have ventured too far away from home to ever truly go back.
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