Chrisonomicon

Tuesday, May 14, 2002

Slept in my own bed last night for the first time. Drove my own car to work this morning. Ate food out of my refrigirator for once, instead of eating out. I had missed all of these things while travelling on the road and there's this aftertaste from travelling that makes even the simplest activities stand out.

Two weeks in London. Neo-classical architecture. Grey mornings, sunny afternoons. Red, double-decker buses. Cobblestone streets. The din of the city. Hour-long rides into the city via the London Underground. Union Jack. Green trees. Tired, beautiful people. So many men wearing short, mohawk-like hairstyles. Walking. Yellow backpack. Techno everywhere.

A weekend in Miami. Tactile humidity. Sun. Spanish everywhere. Frigidly air-conditioned buildings. Betty and Denise. The smell of Chris' deodorant. Gay beach. The Crowbar. Taxis, three in the back, one in front (usually me). All-dance radio station. Eating cheap American food and enjoying it, after the stay in England.