Memorial Day weekend

[mlr]

Chicago San Francisco For one, when I was searching in March, I couldn't find anything acceptably priced to Chicago, and by chance stumbled across a Virgin America special roundtrip for 2 to San Francisco for less than .5K. And maybe I needed a break. The only thing 'bear' I've done in six years is return to Chicago on Memorial Day weekend. I certainly missed! the hugs and catch-up from the guys. But each year I find myself rethinking my continued patronage. And it's not like I wasn't around bearish guys at all. In fact I saw a couple of them from my past. They had been transformed of course (in the city of transformations). I used to average two visits each year. The past five years or so, that's come down to one. The first book I picked up was Rebecca Solnit's Infinite City - a great companion for a long weekend. It could have been 2 or 3 times its size and been even better. Flying Virgin was good. But I was saddened when I transversed three quarters of the plane to the john and discovered only one other person besides myself engaged with print media. I reluctantly gave up Siegfried on Sunday afternoon, for more flâneur-rambling-time with Israel. I think it was worth it.

Comments

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

The guys certainly missed you, too!

[mlr.livejournal.com]

I might try to come for a weekend later in the year.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

If you do, you're welcome to stay with us.

[mlr.livejournal.com]

How generous! I'll keep that in mind. And I'll let you know if I make plans.

[holy13nation.livejournal.com]

I feel the same when I travel on the train to and from the coast. Almost everyone on their obile phones texting inanities or playing infantile, mindless games. I always have a book (or kindle...) though I admit to listening to podcasts as well. Mostly spoken word however and invariably to do with something I am studying.
I spent Saturday afternoon at a barbecue where friends talked only about work, their children, video games and football. There was no other conversation.
Deeply depressing.