These past few days have been a blur, from hosting 22 people for Thanksgiving dinner to hopping on an early morning plane headed to Alabama no more than 8 hours after everyone had finished their pumpkin pie.
Home now, and excited to return to my yoga practice… except now ladies holiday has arrived as it always seems to do when it is unwelcome. Grrrrrr…
I don’t really know how to start this thing again, this writing thing that I’ve neglected this past week. Perhaps I’ll tell you that people in Auburn, Alabama are very nice, although the women wear a lot of make-up and their accent sounds sweet and sincere, while the men wear their baseball caps funny and their accent makes them just sound kind of slow and stupid. I tried to fit in with the ladies by caking on the tinted moisturizer and curling my eyelashes. Tay didn’t try to fit in at all. Except that we both wore blue and orange so that we wouldn’t get stoned to death. And we nodded solemnly and returned the locals’ strange greeting: “War Eagle… War Damn Eagle.”
Perhaps I’ll tell you a story. At IHOP (oh my god, i never thought I’d start a sentence with those words) after Saturday’s Big Game, I saw a college student sitting in front of her pancakes with her head tucked against her chin and her eyes closed. I poked Tay and pointed at her, saying “look, that girl fell asleep!” But then I heard her say, “Aimeeeyan,” and I realized she was just praying. Welcome to the Bible Belt.
Perhaps I’ll just continue blogging about things as if I never was gone. You didn’t miss me anyways, right? 🙂