It's All About the Benjamins

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and it seems that I can see
The gleaming candlelight, still shining bright
Through the sycamores, for me.

The something something, a-something some-thing,
Dun dah dun, dah dun, dun, dun.
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash,
Then I long for my Indiana home.

Yeah, anyway. Well, before I go on, I’d like to point out the fact that this song, although more recognizable (due primarily to Gomer Pyle singing it every year at the Race) than official State Song, On the Banks of the Wabash isn’t the official State Song, although it has almost exactly the same lyrics. (Seriously. Wabash lyrics versus Indiana lyrics (bottom of page).) Oh yeah, and the tunes are similar too. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot.

Anyhow, only had one class on Thursday, French, and it was most excellent. Tooled around for a few hours and then left with Dusty and Megs for Memphis, where the princes are deluded. It was a good drive. Out in the middle of nowhere on the road was a big cargo container sitting in a field with “BEN” painted on the side, took a picture of that. Hehehehehe.

The airport was okay. Northwest had its queue lines for domestic flights all messed up, and there were a bunch of people standing in places that looked like the line but weren’t actually in line at all, so I probably wasted a good fifteen minutes there. By the time I finally got past the TSA’s merry band of fun-loving rapscallions, it was 1830CST, I was standing at Gate B1. My flight left at 1840 from Gate B30. I ran. It was fun dodging through all those short people, as it’s easy to move through a crowd when one can see over everyone’s heads.

Flight was decent. Didn’t get First Class (or exit row, WTF Northwest?) but I was able to score a window seat in a row with no middle occupant, so I was fine. Very minor turbulence (like, two drops a few minutes apart, and that’s it), but I’m going to blame that on the fact the flight was on an Airbus 319/320 and Pirate Error. Long taxi to the gate at the Nap. I’ll be glad when the put in that new terminal on the other side of the airport, it’ll make the final stage of this flight shorter.

Got back home, had some freaking SPAGHETTI. And good stuff, too, with sauce that isn’t particularly Americanized. Such a tasty. Sat down on the couch, flipped on the DSS, come across the Cosby Show (filmed 1984; the clothes were almost normal, too) on Nick at Nite. As this just so happens to be, unsuprisngly, a John Mayer lyric, I called Dusty up just so he knew this and that also I made it home safely, and put in a few words with Urn, too.

Messed around for a little while, saw which coats I still have here, and went to my room. Took some pictures of it before I turned down the bedsheets. And that’s about it.

Addendum: Nazzy, it looks like your final comment on the previous blogpost was cut short or something. Just wanting to let you know; I’d like to know what you had to say about the pictures.