weekend wrapup.

okay. so, this weekend was: klonopin and diane lane; spending fifty years in line at immigration waiting to defeat the 'foreigners' line'; identifying a renault from fifty paces; reminiscing about the last exit to chorley wood; experiencing an RAF obelisk; meeting the coolest ten year old ever; getting woken up without fail at 5am by the cat; the cheering england bottle opener; coming thisclose to unleashing righteous, acid-tongued, new yorker fury upon a waiter who had clearly never heard the term 'customer service'; dom's birthday!; the death of my platform boots on the streets of norwich (don't worry--a new zipper, they'll be good as new); crashing the lord mayor's tea party; climbing massive flinty 12th-century ruins in a skirt and little girly sandals; getting the most horrifying neck cramp this side of fish's; discovering i get a wee bit testy if i'm not fed; crash course in cubase; meeting dom's family; driving about ten million miles in our vauxhall astra or whatever it was; seeing a stoat (apparently, they're getting a bit rare); realizing how much i miss the english countryside but not really the weather so much; frustration at having to check our carryon suitcases because they weighed above six kilos; getting very tempted to tell the immigration agent that we were married, could we please be processed together, because though the flying was over, i wasn't ready to be separated for any reason; breezing through customs; taxiing home in the rain; enjoying the majesty that is the american shower.

collapsing in a pile of exhaustion and sushi remains during 'the manchurian candidate.' spending the entire night curled around each other, waking in very nearly the same position in which we drifted off.