thoughts from 03/01:
3/29/01

I am breaking my seasonally induced silence because today I found myself walking down the street with the first smug, self satisfied smile I have had the pleasure of wearing in weeks. Today I successfully participated in yet another rite of passage into adulthood (former rites include: buying a bed frame, doing my own taxes and having a stroke) This morning I opened an IRA. I actually walked out of investment office and exclaimed, out loud on a crowed city street, "Holy crap, I am an adult!" I only got one funny look... that I saw anyway. So, I am feeling awfully pleased with myself this afternoon. heh. Prior to leaving the the office, the broker guys congratulated me on making a "wise decision for security of my future, blah blah, blah", and one of them suggested that I treat myself, "Take yourself to dinner" he said. (note, I don't think that these guys are so excited every time somebody comes into their office and opens a retirement acct and I certainly don't think they are making the suggestion to 45 year old business men that they take themselves to dinner, but that's just it, I am not a 45 year old business man, more to the point, I think I might be the first person with facial piercings that they have opened a retirement fund for. ok, I cant know that for sure, but let me just keep thinking I am special.) And I said "yeah, maybe I will", but as I was walking down the block, this is after my exclamation of self realization, I thought to myself "fuck dinner. I am going for a pint of whiskey and a showing of quills"

and so it shall be.
yay me.

03/05/01
Sat around all day yesterday waiting for a blizzard that never happened. I am experiencing both great relief and disappointment. I don't personally want to deal with a foot or more of snow- 12 hours or so after it stopped falling, it would have been a horrible nuisance and ugly/dirty to boot, but I must confess to a certain childish glee regarding the idea. Think of the snow ball fights, the snow angels, the snow in your shoes. hee. Think about the warmth upon walking through the front door... oh well.
3/01/01

My brother has fed me the most dangerous idea. "Its only 300 round trip from Paris to Tunisia", he mentions, forgetting the already exorbitant summer time airfare from Philly to Europe. "Tunisia. AFRICA", he says to me with a near frenetic look in his eye.

A taste for travel, for adventure, I have learned is like a good, well planned poison. Its tasteless, odorless and you ingest it slowly, unsuspectingly over a period of time. Before you know it, its too late. You are done for. There is no antidote.

Its unclear at this moment whether a french speaking, north african county will be on my itinerary of summer travel, but the seed has been planted. I will be sure to let you know what I decide.

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