Back from the beach

Yesterday was my first day back after my trip. It was a yucky transition that involved buses.

I found it interesting how many people commented on my absence, since it was only 3 days, and I haven't been here very long. I guess my sudoku-addicted presence was missed or something. Even the building superintendent noticed. And it was nice to show off my sunburn.

Now I am forced to listen to all the boys recount their exploits at Spring Fling, which is apparently some over-grown all-boys party that involves construction/contracting companies, kegs and strippers. Klassy. And it would appear that these boys have never heard of the "No Kiss and Tell" policy, or can handle their hangovers terribly gracefully.

Would that I were back in the chest deep water, feeling the gentle draw and lilt of warm waves. Or quietly frying on the beach as I plot what leftovers I will be having for lunch. Or just catching a snooze after reading some Christopher Moore.

However, I did catch myself telling people I was from Chicago, without really thinking about it. And the lady at Walgreens informed me that I looked 18, which is a bit of a bummer, since I thought I had at least made it to 22.

In the meantime, I obsessively moisturize my increasingly itchy burn, avoid direct sunlight and count the minutes till weekend.

on the iPod: "Cubik" - 808 State