musing on the wild west.

my trip lasted just over 36 hours, from touchdown to takeoff. during that time i:

1. discovered that there's a certain amount of pleasure to be had from being the only non-blonde in a room (even if it means i have to get other people to get my drinks from the bar because the bartender refuses to acknowledge me).
2. realized i'm turning into my father. scary.
3. also realized where i get my curious tendency to have fourteen kinds of vinegar on hand at all times, but nothing to actually eat. (parents, i'm looking squarely at you!)
4. got my ear cuff back. this is a bigger deal than it sounds like.
5. lost my work ID. no idea where. and texas is very large.
6. repeated the following sound bite until i started to choke on it: "yes, i'm j and p's daughter. yes, i live in new york. yes, i still sing. yes, it was a lovely wedding. no, my husband's not here."
7. taught my father about flickr.
8. planned my trip to china.
9. hung out with my brother.
10. determined that i am a total fucking yankee. like, so much.

and that about sums it up. they're totally crazy, but i miss my family sometimes.