oh my god, i can’t believe i forgot to include this yesterday…

the most excellent part of my whole winter vacation that made having a flight delayed for three hours worthwhile:

i’m walking through LAX on the way to claim my baggage and go home to see shannon, strolling along casually and at least a little bit glad to be “home”, as this city has sort of come to be called. who do i see walking distinctively (no one else has a similar walk that i can think of) a little ways ahead of me? george bush? heidi klum? brad pitt? big bird? justin timberlake? no, no, far better than any other dignitary, supermodel, superstar, pop icon or any of those things. i saw the one and only SINBAD! that’s right, he was standing right there, in all his red-dyed hair, weird-goatee having, rambling, track-suit wearing glory.

i mean, i like my friends and all, but it’s sort of sad that this moment, which will probably be the best of 2002, had to come so early. now i feel like i have nothing to look forward to.

ha.

okay, to wrap up the backlog–thursday night i hung out with shannon, who had to fly away to italy at 8:30am friday. we went out to dinner with some of her other best friends (not the best–that would be me, of course) to the cheesecake factory, and that was fun. i recommend oscar’s barbeque chicken sandwich; man, that sandwich was a taste sensation. then the two of us came back here to just sort of spend a few hours together before going to bed at two, waking up at 4:45 to get to the airport the requisite three hours early for international travel. we saw her off around 7:30 i think, and it hurt. i came home and went back to sleep until noon.

i have to say, spending that time with her was both amazing and heartbreaking. it doesn’t seem right that someone that means so much to you should have to be completely kept from you for 4 whole months, and it was a very bittersweet evening, because it just felt so right to be around her…

i shouldn’t whine too much though because that helps nothing, and she is coming back in may. at least i hope she is–i guess there’s always the chance that some italian beau will whisk her away and that will be that. we’ll see, won’t we.

note: nothing cool has happened since then, really, except that all my roommate are back in town and we’re about to start classes on monday. that’s that for now; welcome to the finally-all-caught-up collapsing.