I'm an Alien, but I'm pretty American.

Memorial Day... I slept in until Scott called me in the morning.  He was driving to his (can you believe it?) JOB in Indiana.  It was strange to wake up to the notion of not spending Memorial Day without your best friends with a pool nearby, someone's parents sweating over the grill, etc.

However.  I had a relaxing afternoon with Lauren and John, sipping Harpoon at the local Curtis' BBQ.

Near the grill was a bird and his cowboy who sang and played the guitar, while the locals devoured piles of ribs with collared greens and corn on the cob.  I had their homemade cream soda and it was mm mm perfect!

Lauren and John showed me their adorably quaint apartment.  And since I've been starving for canine companionship, meeting their Yorkie, Herbie, was awesome.  I snapped this picture and later thought, These two are like Lauren's Jason and Robin!  I'm missing my family very much.

City girl meets... Putney, Vermont

I know.  It'll probably be less than a few months from now before I realize that blogging makes me too narcissistic and quit.  But, from all the different plans I've sketched for myself for this year, I've somehow ended up in Putney, Vermont. I think as a girl who grew up in LA, then spent a half a decade in Baltimore (not sure if it counts as a real city, but it's real, that's for sure), I should keep all of this recorded.  Plus, diaries make me feel:
1. Like someone will read it.
2.  Like I'm lying to myself, writing in a "certain way"

So I choose to lie to you.

No matter how much I love to hate on Baltimore, leaving it was more than difficult.  Maybe it was the hastily, unexpected manner in which I left.  Or the freshly graduated friends who are leaving "forever".  Or the beautiful apartment I just moved into with my love and little dog. (two separate entities, fyi.)  Needless to say, I was reluctant to go.

I'm working for Yellow Barn as "marketing assistant" (the title means absolutely nothing. my lovely boss said we can change the title when it comes time to put it on my resume) for the summer.  Putney, VT doesn't sound like the most civilized place, does it?

Wrong!  This place is god-damned amazing.  It is thoroughly stimulating both my gustations and aurgasms.  I was stupidly complaining that I won't have Whole Foods, when really, this is where they grow the food that gets sold to Whole Foods, who then sells it to us for double the price.  And what can be said about Yellow Barn?  Well, the actual festival hasn't begun yet, but I love the people I work with, and Jupiter Quartet's residency playing all of the Beethoven string quartets... Well... One can't ask for much more without being greedy.  It has been divine, and not to mention, the audience members are not your average gray haired grandmas, but are NICE, educated and cultured people with careers who have finally settled down in VT or own a second home here, commuting from NY or MA.  Emphasis on everyone being REALLY NICE.

This post is already too long.

Tomorrow is Memorial Day, Lauren, John, and I will hopefully do some young-people things.

I love Vermont to death, but maybe I'm able to love it because I know I will be back in Baltimore in August.