it’s my last night from a dining table I considered a home for a few weeks. a few friends that I had only really know from weekends now I know from more. a few friends stopped by that pub above and a few more did the same a few days later. it would become a favorite pub of mine the same reason it’s become a favorite of all who’ve gone before me. history here – lots of history, and I dug it. I am part of that ‘we’ written on the side of that other official-looking building, and while I don’t know much about it, it’s still written in the passport I was given. what’s what? yes – yes I did get my shivering hands on one of those hot pretzels as well. even found my way to Gino’s – but forgot to add ‘wit’ to my order. damn it, I tried so hard to not be a tourist but maybe my two cameras gave it away regardless. I can find my way around here as well – even made it all the way back from Boston-NYC-Philly across the Delaware to a quaint little town in New Jersey – you can be proud of me or not, but I’m proud. it’d be nice if you were too though. I had a holiday here, with a family not mine, but is now. watched some television as well, which is something I never get to do. I went to bed too late and slept too late and always pee’d sitting down as not to wake anyone else up. I even gave the bathtub a rinse every time I showered because that’s what you do when you have a lot of hair in a house that you want to re-visit. do I like Yuengling? sure – it’s hard not to. I keep meaning to check the alcohol percentage though, but always stop myself, ’cause I’m pretty sure it’s low and I don’t want that to detour me from liking it. or saying I like it. the front door squeaks when you open it, so if you smoke after they go to bed, be nice and lift it up – it’ll still squeak, but not as much.

I like this house and I sure do like the people in it. I hope they liked having me. cause I sure liked being here.

and I’m sorry about the pineapple/garlic/olive puree I tried out.

that’s almost as bad as not rinsing out the tub.