on the eve of my departure, allow me to tell you about my night on the town con mi mejor amigo. desperate for an excuse to wear my new hot pink linen skirt (oh, j. crew, how you positively rock my socks!), we dressed up nice and pretty (er, handsome?) and settled in at tortilla flats for a european-time cena at tortilla flats on the hottest day thus far of 2005. (seriously, it was gorgeous. i clearly skipped work and sat lazily soaking up the sol all day and it was all good.) we pushed aside our gazpacho bowls and melted cheese soaked enchiladas a couple of hours later and set off on an adventure of sorts - prospect park. providence will be my home for the next four years, so i wanted to see her skyline at her behest. (god, that sentence sounds like that crazy mr. audino. oh, how i wish he werent gay!!!!!!) we dodged skeevy drug traffickers and hippie poseur stoners (it was 4/20) and sat on a rickety wooden bench, taking it all in. providence get set. here i come. it really had better be the 'renaissance city' pc claims it to be. i've been going to school there for the past four years and the only resemblance to a renaissance that i've seen is some decent graffiti. ("live because it lasts a long time" wow. good advice, thanks!)
we hopped over (okay, drove) to the coffee exchange on wickenden street. i absolutely love that hole in the wall of a place. colorful banner posted every which way on the walls, beautiful brown guys on laptops with designer glasses (stop.thinking.about.it.now.stop.i.mean.it.$178,000.okay.breathe). we opted for chai (me) and hot chocolate with extra whipped cream (rye), sat back and talked about boobs. no really. we did. oh, and college. and beer. and also how much we both love madeleine and jessica and hillary and jon. because we really really do.
afterwards we strolled around waterplace park for a while. after a long day of doing nothing and talking for a few hours with rye, i was exhausted. so we called it a night and headed home.
i have documented the eve in a handful of photos. here are the first few i snapped before i got too lazy to resize all 43 i took.
mi hogar
skyline
a bit blurry
hot pinkness.
rye was more courageous!
i'm off to cali in a few hours. catch you on the other coast.
Keeping Things Whole
-Mark Strand-
In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.
When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body's been.
We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.