Over and Out

I moved out of Fort Wayne today.

By and far the best good-bye gift I received:
A life size 7ft cardboard cutout of Sarah Jessica Parker from Sofia.

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She will be my first and only friend in New Orleans and will hang out with me in my living room at night or while I am brushing my teeth in the morning. We had a long talk on my way to Indy about how much things are about to change for us.

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About New Orleans. I have gotten into this awful habit of checking all the crime alerts on campus by the hour. It has been integrated into my daily routine: check e-mail, check facebook, check crime alerts. Statistically, I’m sure to get shot, mugged, carjacked or burglarized within the first ten minutes.

People have encouraged me to take a self-defense class. The thing is, self-defense classes are in the recreation center, which is far away, which means I’ll have to drive. I am most concerned about getting from cars to buildings and back into cars. I will be doing it as little as possible, and most often with hand-held shrubbery to disguise me as I scurry between buildings. This makes something as dangerous as a self-defense class more risky than helpful since it will involve a parking lot and all. I mean, how would I get from my car to the building, or from the building to my car? Especially if the class is after 6pm or something?

A person has to think about these things.

Also, the fact that there is no Taco Bell in the city. My diet consists of mostly fast food and $3 champagne. While local fried food is available, I am worried about the effect this lack of Taco Bell will have on my body. Don’t even get me started on the prospect of having to introduce fruits and vegetables at some point. I don’t want to overwhelm myself.

Happenings of note.

I had to drink Sprite out of a bowl this week because there were no other dishes.

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Saturday we had birthday mimosas at Spyros—our favorite breakfast joint. BYOCAOJ- Bring your own champagne and orange juice. Classy.

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Favorite goodbye party moments of yore:

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The box of sweaters in the closet that let me know I was definitely home at my dad’s

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9 thoughts on “Over and Out”

  1. it’s the sweaters that really got me. but overall and as a whole, fun-ny! i’ve already started missing you. i decided i should prepare myself right now.

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  2. the sweaters made me laugh out loud, too! thanks for the birthday wish and the birthday card! you’re a good friend :)

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  3. i’m amused that you left out the whole drunk at henry’s thing the night before you brought yr own champagne to breakfast… lush.

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  4. That was great that night: Sprinky was dancing upstairs, danced right into this table, she says with proud ownership, “I just knocked over a table.” I want a life-size cardboard cut out of the above image of her when I move somewhere

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  5. Actually, that was a DIFFerent night. And the champagne breakfast was a different morning. We are talking about 2 and-a-half weeks of goodbye/birthday parties.
    Imissyouguysalready :(

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  6. I know you will take very good care of SJP. For pete sakes, take her to at least a party or two…let her have a cosmo or two – she needs a friend now that her husband is a cheater.

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