i'm in yr time zone, eating yr fudz. spicy chicken drive through was my only mediocre call. other than that, high quality mexican after being seated by a woman with more bust showing than i do when i am naked, bagels bagels bagels i love you the best, more mexican, indian, japanese more than i could eat, ever so many nut-bearing pastries, ever ever so many salads. i am going to start dabbing newman's salad dressings behind my ears and you will want to make out with me even more than you already do.
other than food i will observe that my parents' house, although still iceboxingly cold, is a lot more comfortable than i remember it being, and i've spent some quality time lounging. its mostly digestive lounging but still involved being more supine than i usually get here. it's good.
also noticing that people seem to correct each other's grammar and usage more when i'm around. it is funny, because i fix stuff all day and have less desire to do so when i am off duty. this is why we are all happy i have the job i have, because otherwise i would be a non-stop pedantic bore. ANYWAY. there's my dad, whose spelling is so admittedly creative that even bill gates doesn't know what he's trying to say, going after my sister for "john and me were there." so i bring out the pedant in others. nice.
Squire Tuck is celebrating Squire Tuckukah, in which every day we celebrate the miracle of Squire Tuck with gifts and fancy desserts. he's taking it gracefully, as befits a little prince. we've only had a couple conversations in czech, which is like our twinspeak here, our secret lost language, and i think that's a good sign. proc ona to dela, kdyz to neni zdravy? nevim, ale nic nerikej! nerikam, jezis. dobre.
i'm having a good time so far. i've got the disconnected sorrow that comes with jet lag, but i am generally doing fine. i just wanted to let you know.
I am delighted by the phrase "nut-bearing pastries," as though the pastries were struggling, but by God, they shall deliver the nuts!
Posted by: jess | February 09, 2007 at 06:27 PM
Newman's drives me wild, baby.
Better Mexican! Now I'm remembering why I can't move to Europe. Even when I go from East to West I'm eating Mexican food for at least two meals a day and then I weep when the plane takes off for all the chilaquiles and mole and tortas that no one past the Mississippi has ever heard of.
Posted by: ozma | February 09, 2007 at 10:04 PM
So when am I seeing you and/or when is the next Boutros party?
Posted by: Jorja | February 11, 2007 at 05:50 AM
Jsem rada, ze se mate dobre. Muzes mi, prosim, poslat telefon, chtela bych Vam zavolat. PA M.
Posted by: Marketa | February 13, 2007 at 08:53 PM
Jorja- I'm sorry, we played on night one and not again after that. Next time try to get me before I get there, because I'm really not a good planner once I'm in the thick of it. SORRY! really.
Posted by: tuckova | February 26, 2007 at 08:40 PM