I was really lucky to be out of town these past few days, as some of my neighbors have been without power since Monday. There’s still no power at my place, and Con Ed is telling us “Maybe by Sunday.” Fabulous. I have only myself to blame; on Saturday, I told Sebastian I want to go back to 18^th century England and become a princess.

 

So the vacation was lovely, even if it did occasionally push me into a maudlin mood. Being back in Saratoga, listening to mix CDs, hanging around Skidmore campus…yeah, that all induces some nostalgia for things that Were and makes me a little sad.

 

This is not to say that it was a bad weekend; it’s had lots of loveliness, like a proper dinner date with Sebastian; sitting in Twice Told while Laura checked in books; Uncommon Grounds for superior cappuchino; the three of us sitting in Laura’s apartment drinking beer, listening to Johnny Cash, and having pretentious discussions about political philosophy.

 

Sunday evening, I headed east to visit Keith in the Berkshires. I was zoning out on Route 90 and almost missed my exit. I think my car felt compelled to go eastward, to Amherst, because it made the drive between Amherst and Albany so many times on that stretch of highway. We did outlet shopping, and moving watching, and hiking, and swimming.

 

The Bon Jovi concert on Tuesday night was so much fun, even though it got cut a little short due to the massive lightning storm. Xina and I had so much fun. Highlights including “Born to Be My Baby”, a ten minute version of “Bad Medicine”, and closing with “Livin’ on a Prayer.” My favorite was when he did “You can’t Go Home” they had all Jersey scenes displayed on the screens in back of him. :: swoon ::