Sinister: "where's new england in my life?"

[marie elia]

dearest listerines --

i have awakened from a drunken fog only to find
myself...  back at the office.  grrr.  at least it's
tuesday morning and not monday...

i spent my 4th-of-july weekend in lovely boston, which
i hadn't visited since our 7th grade class trip. 
mostly i lolled around my best friend's
UNairconditioned apartment in brighton, but we also
managed to get ourselves to a britpop party at some
place called The Upstairs Room, above a sports bar! 
my two friends, who live in boston and had access to
their own closets, were tres mod, but alas!  i was
stuck in my darkdenim flares and my study at stow
shirt... hey, i figured, b&s are british!  and pop! 
right?  right?  anyway... the music started to
deteriorate into motown or something, but the
highlight was definitely dancing to morrissey.  i
thought of you lot!  and now my stow shirt is
disgustingly sweaty and smoky and dirty, and i may
well have spilled some of my martini on it, too... but
i am reluctant to let my mum throw it in with all the
other laundry, after that horror story ... was it
blake?  who told of his mum ruining his shirt? 
shudder to think it, eh?

my friends (in boston) and i decided, while wandering
through the commons/park area, that american holidays,
like 4th-of-july and thanksgiving, tend to highlight
all the things about us that are embarrassing, as a
country.  what do we do on the 4th?  cook immense
amounts of food and be disgustinly slothful and hot
all day.  what about thanksgiving?  cook immense
amounts of food and be disgustingly slothful and watch
an inferior sport on t.v. all day....  ewww. 
fireworks are pretty, though, especially from a city
rooftop when you have had far too many pina coladas
and clove cigarettes!

oh, archel mentioned Cruel Intentions and the american
pronunciation of "sebastian" as "sebasjun"...  um,
yes, over here we say it like that.  i wasn't aware
that the british way was to pronounce all the
syllables -- se-bas-ti-an.  i thought stuart was
trying to rhyme it, or    just being cute...  nope,
this side of the ocean it's "bellen sebasjun".  unless
someone is putting on airs, or maybe after listening
to the songs so much the "sebas-ti-an" comes
naturally...

aaghhh!  i've gone on too, too long!
i need a cigarette!  but i work on the 9th floor and
"stepping out" for a break is more like an ordeal...

oh, one more thing:  is honey alright?  i remember a
mention of illness, and i'm a mite concerned...



take care, all.
xoxo,
marie







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future lifetime English major can be"  - b. glass (j.d.s.)
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