Mornin’ y’all.
H/t Athens.
One last lunch at The National, then we’re hitting the road.
This is called procrastinating on packing. The easy rooms are done. My bedroom and the kitchen are the only ones left. I don’t even know where to start. Much purging will be done.
They tell me this is similar to Pacifico. Thought it would be a nice way to wash down the American Mule.
More pretty things blooming outside my door!
This place has the coolest lamps
Listening to a VERY green English major trying to explain literary criticism to his date. And he says “and so the reader is the writer” and a bunch of other cliches and then he rambles some more and says “facsimile” too often. And she starts out giggling. And now he moves on to “premise” and “truth” and she laughs awkwardly and looks for a way to bolt. But, I bet he told her he’s in a band and she’s too young to know she should run away.
