I love my new mix-CDs from Finn SO MUCH that I have been shuttling them to work and back with me, so that I might enjoy the sheer listening pleasure that is his 2K2 Experience, no matter where I might happen be. It is like my ears are being touched in a down-n-dirty, harder-baby-harder, naughty kind of way when I play it -- and my ears like it. These CDs practically have sex with my entire head.
Tomorrow begins my latest cross-country odyssey. I fly to Burlington, VT, drive back to Brooklyn, pick up StyleGirl, and drive to Denver, where I meet with the son of the husband of a coworker, to deliver unto him his dad's old Saab. Then late Wednesday night/early Thursday morning, I fly from Denver back to good ol' New York.
Hopefully, this trip will do its part to assuage my jump-up-and-down burning desire to have an adventure. I am woefully short on adventure just at the moment -- I have not gone anywhere besides back to Colorado for almost two years, and as far as I am concerned, that is far, far too long to be stuck in one (okay fine, two) place(s). And although it is still just back to Colorado, at least there are all of these interim destinations to look forward to. Except Nebraska. I do not look forward to Nebraska.