I love weekends like this, where you just kind of go “Hey you wanna drive up to New Hampshire and ride an antique cog train up Mt. Washington?” and then you kidnap the Honda Civic from Yang’s parents and go do it. Except then you don’t ride the antique cog train once you get there because of some timekeeping mishap, but it’s okay. Because there was a lovely walk in the Flume Gorge in the morning and many takings of pictures and delicious mouthfuls of cold mountain air, and loud music in the car both ways. Also, I came very close to finishing an extremely long, extremely skinny, extremely bright green lacey knit scarf.

Anyway, as a result of our unfulfilled mission, we are going again next week. Yes we are. Part of it has to do with the fact that they refuse to give us a refund, but part of it is reveling in the sheer fact that we *can.* I have this distinct feeling that, if we were any other age, and living with any other people, this would have been a “No way, forget it, it’s not worth the effort/time/gas.” But as it were, we are young, unriddled with responsibility (except for grad school applications… ah hah hah hah…), and also slightly giddy with the possibility that we’d get to do something Steven Fry did and thoroughly enjoyed. I’m speaking on Jess’ behalf of course.

So this was basically an awesome Sunday. On days like this, I would just like all of the internets to know just how cool my life is right now, and how possibly it would never be this cool again. So even though we have mice romping through our apartment’s snack supply (a situation hopefully soon remedied with sonic pest repellers), and weird neighbors (some of them birds), and tons of late nights/hard work looming… I’m thankful for this year. So very.

Pictures here.