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Jun. 8th, 2007 09:31 amOhhhh, internet, I've missed you so much! Oh baby, don't ever go away like that again! Ohmigod ohmigod, just look at you! Were you always this colorful? Ohmigod, I just wanna open 28 windows at the same time, print them out and lay them flat on the floor and ROLL in them like a dog in goose poo. That's how much I love you!
Anyhow. Woodstock, Vermont. Not what I'm used to. Woodstock has:
* a llama farm
* a bookstore run by a big black cat named Mr. B
* a coffeeshop run by a 3-legged golden retriever, with a giant mural of their goldfish in the restroom (with a sign underneath saying 'Bob, 2006-2007. RIP')
* Drivers who'll stop, not just at crosswalks, but randomly so they don't spoil the picture you're taking of their covered bridge.
It's like the Gilmore Girls' hometown with more pricey boutiques, really. And of the five people I passed on the sidewalk, all five smiled and 3 of them _spoke to me_. Folks who aren't from Boston might not realize just how much this makes my head explode. David Ortiz and Bono could walk through Boston arm-in-arm handing out $100 bills and not get that much interaction with strangers. (We'd take the money, sure. But TALK? To STRANGERS?)
It's a little overwhelming to realize I'm probably the rudest person in four blocks. I feel unused muscles stretching as I compensate.
I haven't even mentioned 'Bernice and Barry's Pancake House' with 28 specials posted on the wall, each named after a local. And fresh cream and real VT maple syrup on the table.
I...I think I might want to retire here. Or check the water for drugs. Or both.
Anyhow. Woodstock, Vermont. Not what I'm used to. Woodstock has:
* a llama farm
* a bookstore run by a big black cat named Mr. B
* a coffeeshop run by a 3-legged golden retriever, with a giant mural of their goldfish in the restroom (with a sign underneath saying 'Bob, 2006-2007. RIP')
* Drivers who'll stop, not just at crosswalks, but randomly so they don't spoil the picture you're taking of their covered bridge.
It's like the Gilmore Girls' hometown with more pricey boutiques, really. And of the five people I passed on the sidewalk, all five smiled and 3 of them _spoke to me_. Folks who aren't from Boston might not realize just how much this makes my head explode. David Ortiz and Bono could walk through Boston arm-in-arm handing out $100 bills and not get that much interaction with strangers. (We'd take the money, sure. But TALK? To STRANGERS?)
It's a little overwhelming to realize I'm probably the rudest person in four blocks. I feel unused muscles stretching as I compensate.
I haven't even mentioned 'Bernice and Barry's Pancake House' with 28 specials posted on the wall, each named after a local. And fresh cream and real VT maple syrup on the table.
I...I think I might want to retire here. Or check the water for drugs. Or both.
