A very happening day

My morning went more or less like this: I got out of bed to turn off my alarm clock, which is now about three feet away from my bed due to room reorganization. I went back to sleep, gumming my retainer which I tried to wear last night (for the first time since November) after noticing a slight gap between my front teeth, concluding by midmorning that trying to force my teeth into a retainer that barely fit 7 months ago was a fruitless undertaking. How to explain this to the orthodontist, Holly wonders.

I rolled out of bed and got myself some cereal around 10:00, called Pat on my soon-to-expire, beloved phone card that was always there for me for the last 9 months (the wonders of Globalphone! I'll miss it so much....*sob*), reminisced about SYA and was once again surprised to find that I HAVE ONLY BEEN HOME 2 WEEKS. It feels like years! I can hardly remember being gone, I can't believe that two and a half weeks ago I had a completely different life, and not only that but I was totally used to it. And now in southern CA I once again feel completely readjusted to this old life (even if it is WAY cloudier than I ever dared remember).

Three episodes of Sex and the City later (Carrie and Aiden just got engaged!!), I wandered back upstairs, wondering if maybe I should go to NYU instead of Macalester (which is my first choice except when I think about how awesome and amazing and alive New York is, and fear that Minneapolis and St. Paul just aren't as happening). Elise called to save me from my pointlessness about then, and we went out to Starbucks, faced by obstacles like parking difficulties (Elise had to crawl out the passenger's side of the car) and who would pay for the coffees when the guy charged us together. Oh well, I'll pay next time.... We idled over to that park to which Westridge took us for our 8th grade All School Day, walked about in the gorgeous sunniness (at last, the fog lifted!!), and then settled down to watch a baseball game between what appeared to be a team of middle schoolers, and a team of high school lowerclassmen, who were still kind of cute. It reminded me of soccer matches in Italy, where our team was always set against younger teams, because Italian soccer kids are just so damn good. Italy! So long ago. I wore the scarf I got at the market in Florence, though (a tad expensive, but sometimes a girl just needs to spoil herself), and it made me feel just a teeny bit Italian.

At the moment I'm curled up in my ginormous papa san chair answering all my fan mail and considering going downstairs to watch the rest of Sex and the City Season 4 (I have a hunch Carrie's and Aiden's breakup is imminent, but maybe if I hope enough they'll work it out!). I'll have to unpack my boxes one of these days, but I figure I'll wait till I trip over them or accidentally drop a cup of coffee on one and have to do an emergency removal of all contents.... It'll happen sooner or later, trust me.