homecomings: both fun and informative

except for the horrific travel there and back, my trip home for Thanksgiving this year was surprisingly pleasant and low-key. I saw friends I hadn't seen in years, played with their babies, and got to hang out with Meg A a bunch, which is always fun. And I learned some things about myself too.

1) I like margaritas. a lot. previously dismissed as a bothersome, fussy drink, I've now realized that they're so good that having anything else with your burrito, taco, or delicious, amazing bean burro is unthinkable. like slushies for adults!

2) I like Toscanini's ice cream, but their coffee is a very expensive kind of no good. it feels like sacrilege to say, considering I spent a memorable summer working at the MIT location (one of many ice cream scooping jobs) and subsisting on pretty much nothing but fine Toscanini's food products for three months, but man! my coffee was terrible.

on the other hand, the espresso frappe is ten kinds of awesome. ice cream (choose a coffee flavor for full effect), milk (ask for coffee added for extra fun), and a shot of espresso (beg for two). it's better than red bull.

3) I don't like hardcore music. this was a surprise, considering I listened almost exclusively to hardcore for three straight years of my life. admittedly, it was straight-edge, but still. I was young, adolescent, and liked the catharsis of boys screaming as you hurled yourself into a pit full of equally frustrated youth, but did I actually like the music? all these years later and an evening with Meg spinning her favorite seven inches from back in the day, her still loving every note and unintelligible, gutteral growl, and I'm gonna have to be honest and say no. I think I prefer my aggro less obvious and better enunciated.

just some of the meaningless lessons I learned during my four days in the homeland...

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