Saturday, December 06, 2003
the shuttle comes to pick me up in 4 hours, and I haven`t even started packing yet. this is Trouble. TROUBLE!
the day started turning in my last work of the semester, then running around like a madwomen (or running in place- in the time I spent waiting at the travel agent today, I could have made all the arrangements myself).
I met up with Scott and his parents, but had to abandon them and a neat crafts fair for more waiting, and zooming over to pick up an HI card, and a hunt for stuff. though these words sound strange coming out of my, well, mind, I missed Walmart- the cheapest sunglasses the department store had were 40 dollars, though a place across the way had some for 15. (my dad feels like 15 is big bucks for sunglasses. when he accidentally took my cousin`s oakleys, he couldn`t understand why it was so important to call my uncle and tell Cian we had them. though granted, our sideswipping an Opal was top priority at the moment).
but I couldn`t find bug spray. or, what they had was an aerosol can, and when I asked for something else they (multiple places) gave me an antiseptic/anesthetic itch reducer, and assured me I could spread it over my body. of all the things I could have asked my mom to send me with the rechlers, it didn`t occur for me to ask for bug spray at all.
and drinks (juice, though drink lists are becoming increasingly attractive, I`d like to think just because they have juice in them and I`ve become a total juice hog. the naturally made juices here are really good. otherwise, turning 21 will be really expensive) and tapas at a snazzy lounge way out Vitacura direction, called Lama Lounge. in a little complex called Rio that reminded me in concept of a dressier Rio in Gaithersburg (minus Target, and Galyans). but leaving (after surreptitiously slipping the coaster magnet off the table, and then being offered our very own to take as we walked out), we passed a women dissing Washington buildings for all looking the same (in English) and all 4 of us Dc-ites stopped in our tracks (the Rechlers do really live in DC proper) before deciding it wasn`t worth it and moving on. but you never know you might overhear your conversation...
Easter Island. I hope I remember all my stuff, I am totally in a too tired to be frazzled state right now. But complaints? none:-)
the day started turning in my last work of the semester, then running around like a madwomen (or running in place- in the time I spent waiting at the travel agent today, I could have made all the arrangements myself).
I met up with Scott and his parents, but had to abandon them and a neat crafts fair for more waiting, and zooming over to pick up an HI card, and a hunt for stuff. though these words sound strange coming out of my, well, mind, I missed Walmart- the cheapest sunglasses the department store had were 40 dollars, though a place across the way had some for 15. (my dad feels like 15 is big bucks for sunglasses. when he accidentally took my cousin`s oakleys, he couldn`t understand why it was so important to call my uncle and tell Cian we had them. though granted, our sideswipping an Opal was top priority at the moment).
but I couldn`t find bug spray. or, what they had was an aerosol can, and when I asked for something else they (multiple places) gave me an antiseptic/anesthetic itch reducer, and assured me I could spread it over my body. of all the things I could have asked my mom to send me with the rechlers, it didn`t occur for me to ask for bug spray at all.
and drinks (juice, though drink lists are becoming increasingly attractive, I`d like to think just because they have juice in them and I`ve become a total juice hog. the naturally made juices here are really good. otherwise, turning 21 will be really expensive) and tapas at a snazzy lounge way out Vitacura direction, called Lama Lounge. in a little complex called Rio that reminded me in concept of a dressier Rio in Gaithersburg (minus Target, and Galyans). but leaving (after surreptitiously slipping the coaster magnet off the table, and then being offered our very own to take as we walked out), we passed a women dissing Washington buildings for all looking the same (in English) and all 4 of us Dc-ites stopped in our tracks (the Rechlers do really live in DC proper) before deciding it wasn`t worth it and moving on. but you never know you might overhear your conversation...
Easter Island. I hope I remember all my stuff, I am totally in a too tired to be frazzled state right now. But complaints? none:-)
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