Went down on a long-promised trip to Manhattan, KS this weekend. Got to see
dayglowdave,
batchix, and
donkeyjon as well as many other people I never expected to see. It was a weekend full of pleasant surprises. Look for the latest episode of "G.I. Joe Insider" coming soon to something near you (we haven't figured out exactly what yet.) Got home and slept way lots big. Got up to go play Exalted at A&A's. It was a completely frivolous weekend and it looks like I needed one.
Manhattan came to be home for me in a very real sense while I went to school there and after, so naturally it was strange to see the drastic changes that have occured in a town where I was once used to change being the norm. Streets are one-way when they were two-way before, many of the businesses in Aggieville (the li'l drinking/shopping area near the K-State campus,) have been replaced by different businesses, parking arrangements on the streets have changed. You know, stuff you'd never notice if it happened around you while you lived there, but which seems pretty dramatic if you leave for a few years and then suddenly return. But I still love the town, my friends are all still there and I remembered just why I have such bittersweet memories of it in the first place. You can't go home again, but it's fun to stand where home was. Anyway, a jolly good weekend. Now it's back to life until Trans-Siberian Orchestra next Friday.
Manhattan came to be home for me in a very real sense while I went to school there and after, so naturally it was strange to see the drastic changes that have occured in a town where I was once used to change being the norm. Streets are one-way when they were two-way before, many of the businesses in Aggieville (the li'l drinking/shopping area near the K-State campus,) have been replaced by different businesses, parking arrangements on the streets have changed. You know, stuff you'd never notice if it happened around you while you lived there, but which seems pretty dramatic if you leave for a few years and then suddenly return. But I still love the town, my friends are all still there and I remembered just why I have such bittersweet memories of it in the first place. You can't go home again, but it's fun to stand where home was. Anyway, a jolly good weekend. Now it's back to life until Trans-Siberian Orchestra next Friday.