Showing posts with label The Meadows. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Meadows. Show all posts

Monday, May 25, 2009

Wanna go home? Why, honey? When? We may never get this chance again.

So I have been trying to squeeze as much out of my life as possible lately. I'm wringing it dry.

Couple of notes, an outline sort of, of my life.

1. I will be taking Paul's (Irish guy, hot chocolate guy?) picture on Wednesday when I go in to say goodbye. He thinks Another Bullshit Night in Suck City is a great title. I agree. I think it also happens to be a fantastic book.

2. The guy who runs the quizzes we've been going to has turned out to be a much larger jerk than any of us ever dreamed him possible of being. "Our friend is leaving the country to go home, could you maybe say a goodbye to her after you announce the winners?" "Sure." And then he didn't. (There was something else, but that's not a story I care to tell.)

3. My cousins are awesome.

4. I miss you all very much.

5. No one wore mustaches to the mustachio bashio. LAME.

6. Not lame? Watching the sun rise over the ocean... from an extinct volcano. I'm going to miss Edinburgh.

7. The sun sets at 9:30-ish and rises at 4:45.


My life lately has involved plaid skirts, sweatshirts, street magicians complementing my handshake and my eye color, being chatted up by thirty-somethings, obnoxious quizmasters, casually naked men wandering into pub quizzes, lots and lots of pubs, and friends, and laughing. It has also involved mustaches. I'm really excited to see my family in three days, but I'm really sad to leave behind everyone I met here. Don't worry, I'll be coming back as soon as possible. I love you.

Ok, picture time!




From Eagle Flew Out of the Night


This is Ben. Ben thinks he's a pilgrim.



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This is Will. He is one of my favorite people on the planet and I'm going to miss him SO MUCH.



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This is Beth. I feel the same about Beth as I do about Will.

We might go skiing in Italy together.



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This is the face I make when I realize I know too much about Britney Spears.



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This is Jordan. She lives in Vancouver and does not watch Degrassi.



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This is David Hume. He didn't actually dress like that.



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Robert ordered a gin and tonic.




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Kevin ordered a whiskey.




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He is the scary-skinniest person I've ever met. This is at Aspen, by the way.




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This is the Meadows. It feeds my soul.




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They suit us.




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Cara turned into a floating head.




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Jessica and Owen. They're so cute together.




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This is Cara's roommate.




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Because we're tough.




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MUSTACHES




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They trapped me!




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Seriously. Sunrise. From an EXTINCT VOLCANO.


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CARA




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Sun's up.



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Pheasant! (Who just thought of Danny?)


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There were hundreds of them and they weren't afraid!



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Scaling Arthur's Seat



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Almost at the top now!



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Castle. Roughly 5:30 AM.



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I love my camera.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

JCrew's Next Top Model

The Meadows look like Lacoste and J Crew had a baby that married Lily Pulitzer and then they had a baby and that baby exploded everywhere, drenching the Meadows in prep school guts.

Which is to say it's all petal pinks and grassy greens. Boys with double-popped polo collars playing frisbee and soccer. Girls in sundresses and argyle. Still, even in the spring, with the argyle. It reminds me of Will and his life goal of wearing a piece of argyle every day for the rest of his life.

But this brings up an interesting point. I have not perused a JCrew catalog in a good, long time. And now, for SPalm7's sake, I'm giving you this: a critique of what they're offering.



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I like his haircut and his casually ruffled appearance. He's not quite a ragamuffin but he's also not totally metro. Good Saturday afternoon charm. I don't think he'd hold up quite as well in the suit department, not the way Prom Date would have, but we do need to remember that Prom Date was the standard for ALL JCrew models ever.

(Aside: Prom Date is not a reference to anyone I actually went to prom with, but rather a reference to a specific blue-eyed JCrew model for whom I felt particular fondness. SPalm7 understands my point beautifully.)


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He looks like he has something on his shoe. His face is weird, too. He looks a little old-money for my taste.



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JCrew is getting crazy, here. Come on, scruff and a slightly rumpled unironed blazer? Worn with jeans? Talk about insanity! That being said, he has the JCrew hair and he's wearing pink, but I think he's my favorite so far. (Though, not nearly so wonderful as Prom Date. RIP.)



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He's got a bit of the Chris Evans about him and I don't think anyone told him this is JCrew, not a film poster for a Nick Cage movie. Do I even need to add anything to that?



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I'm sorry, but what were they thinking? Are times this hard? Though I like the forced casual of the pose. It's a nice touch.



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The white jeans and pocket kerchief ruin it, but overall, I think he's the most standard of the JCrew models. Most like a throwback to the good old days when I was a senior in high school. I think he's proven to have the best range and he clearly is handsome, though not OVERLY handsome in a Gucci or Armani sort of way, because that's not how JCrew rolls. And he's also not effete. As I said earlier about him, clear winner.



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Pretty. Boring. Yawn. I can't even be bothered.


And now for the question I know you're all asking yourselves. What happened to their silver fox requirement? If I knew, I'd tell you.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

I was taken by a photograph of you...

You need to click the pictures to see the whole thing. Trust me, it's usually worth it.



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Sara and I, right before I went through the check-in process

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Tillamook County Cheese? I know they have jails...

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Warrender Park Crescent

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RAINBOW

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People keep playing GOLF here.

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That's my street

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That's what I see when I walk out the door in the morning

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Gratuitous floor shot for Mum

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It just chills out there, like all the time...

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When I die, please dedicate a park bench to me, and my dog.

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Mhairi, Cara, Jason, me, right before S Club.

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For Kristin Jackson Browne

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Did you doubt that it was magically delicious? Wait... wrong country....

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For Brian

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And you thought Hampshire had weird statues?

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On the one hand, it's cool to see a church that John Irving wrote about... on the other hand, I really wish he HADN'T

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For James

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Flexing my stealth muscle on the move, for KJB

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Doesn't this just reek of America to YOU?

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What about now?

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The WATERS OF LEITH, for Brian

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I love this man

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The Unknown Sailor?

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I'll buy what he's selling

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I wasn't.

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Ran into Paul Rudd.... for Kristin

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Cara, Robert, Jason, Mhairi, and me -- at the Sorting Ceremony