Chapter 2, in which I actually leave! I went home, had a screwdriver, and slept. My phone rang. I looked at the number, which started with +46. Herrang! I picked up the phone and leaped out of bed. Phone calls are better standing up. Shut up, they totally are. Especially at 4am. Yes, oh yes,
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Herrang was a very surreal experience. I slept three times a day, saw some intermingling of Edinburgh, Greensboro, and Raleigh friends, enjoyed 19 hours of sunlight, always caught sunup AND sundown, camped alone for the first time (as alone as you can be with 50 other tents packed around yours) — it was a strange
New note the first: as I was on my way to the bathroom (giving myself a break from all this internet perusal) I recognized a feeling that I’ve Had Before! It was the good god, this trip needs to HAPPEN already so I can stop thinking about it! New note the second, in which I
I’ve had that title in my head for days. It still causes internal amusement. Hee. Doctor: Mrs. Vanderboodle, you seem to be suffering from acute internal amusement. I’m afraid you have 20 minutes to live. Chapter one, in which I am a little punchy. Or whatever. I’m at work. I’m running on adrenaline and 2
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A (very) few photos of dancer folk: Some dancers rockin’ the shim sham. A super-stylin’ Bjarte. The lovely Angela and me. 10 days left. Holy hell.
In which I talk about being sick! Yay! Not so many entries lately. First not a whole lot has happened, and second, I have caught death. Bad death. Serious, mean, cruel, body-aching death. I am not altogether pleased about this. Well. Okay. So. This weekend Andrew Sutton, an American swing dance teacher, came to teach
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