(Thanks to Snow for the title.)
I am working on the Complete and Utter Tale of Bakerina’s Really Big Adventure Out West, but it’s going to take me a while. Hopefully I’ll get it finished before I fly home tomorrow night, but in the event that it has to wait until I’m back in New York, I can at least offer the following teasers:
1. Everything I said on Friday morning about Grace’s being the hostess with the mostest? To quote the late and much-missed Madeline Kahn, it’s twue, it’s twue! She has been spoiling me utterly with magnificent food, she has driven me all over San Francisco twice in three days, and she has been a kickass conversationalist through it all. If you have a problem and you need someone with a clear head and a wise heart to listen to you, Grace is so absolutely, positively your girl. And she’s an awesome driver.
2. If you have ever been to San Francisco, then you understand why it’s so important to have an awesome driver showing you around—or to be an awesome driver yourself. I have lived in hilly places (hi, Pittsburgh!) and I have visited mountain towns at staggering elevations (hello, Estes Park!), but I have never, ever, ever in my life seen anything like the hills in San Francisco. I will confess that the first time Grace drove us down a hill in Pacific Heights, I instinctively put out my hands in a way that caused her to say “honey, are you all right with this?” Even though I knew that there was more road on the other side of the tipping point, I just couldn’t see it, and half expected us to shoot off the road into empty air. I got over that quickly, though, and can now ride down steep winding roads with the best of them—but I’m still glad Grace is doing the driving.
3. I have been reading Jo Spanglemonkey‘s blog for such a long time that even though she and I have exchanged email and commented on each other’s blogs as well as on our beloved Scrine, I still view her with the openmouthed, wide-eyed awe that even the most hard-bitten New Yorkers use when they see David Bowie at the art supply store. I really, really hope that I didn’t have that expression fixed on my face when Jo and Grace and I all went out for fish tacos at lunch. Luckily for me, Jo is every bit as warm and whipsmart and funny in person as she is en blog. And her hair is fantastic.
4. As I’ve mentioned here before, ‘mouse is one of my oldest friends on the internet (in a years-of-acquaintanceship sense, not in a chronological-age sense). He has been a font of wisdom, a champion, a cheerleader and the kind of friend that makes me think that I must have done something good in my past life to deserve having him in this one—like, say, saving a busload full of nuns and orphans from careening off a cliff. Dear friends, I got to meet this kind and excellent man on Saturday. The only reason I am not bubbling over with fulsome, enthusiastic praise for his overall excellent self is that I hardly know where to begin.
5. Enough suspense. I know what the $64 question is: Now that you’ve been to both Northeastern and Santa Clara, have you made a decision? I would dearly love to say that I have, but the fact is that I was blown away by both of them in equal measure. They both have a terrific curriculum, an awe-inspiring faculty and an impressive, engaging student body. I have a scholarship waiting for me at Northeastern and a job waiting for me at Santa Clara. I’m going to have to pick one of them—or say no to both and either go to Pitt or hope that Cardozo gives me an admission offer soon. Lloyd and I are going to have to make some decisions. I will be home on Tuesday morning, and as soon as I’m done embracing Lloyd hard enough to crack a rib, we’re going to do just that.
Proper travelogue will follow, hopefully sooner rather than later.