Keeping the Bees

I went to my favorite state in the Union this weekend: Vermont.
It's been gloriously warm since Friday, which made me really excited for Spring. It's all I can think about. I'm meant to be writing a paper on John Donne and instead I'm dreaming of all the wonderful outfits I'm going to wear come a few weeks (months? pessimism?)
I had the weekend filled with my Special K's (minus Kathleen): Katharine, Kirsten, Kieran and Katie.
Brattleboro was wonderful. Katharine, Kirsten and I met up with Kieran at this little pub called McNeil's and listened to some really good music while making friends with the first non-creepy older men I've EVER met at a bar. They were a bunch of dads who go out together every Friday night after playing pond-hockey, and all had kids around our ages and were very genial and nice. I had this local beer called Bees Knees, and it was delicious, made with honey. Yum. Later in the night we (I) decided to dress up and play around with Katharine's wealth of interesting household items as props for an impromptu photo shoot with my Holga. Involving laughter, Gimlets, elephants, teacups, scarves, Wellingtons, and a bee-keeping hat, it turned out to be like a bunch of characters suspended in a colloid between about five different decades and realms of the imagination. The next day we went thrifting and I found the best rust-colored high waisted skirt just waiting for me to hem it a few inches, and an amazing crocheted cardigan. And a sweet pair of moccasin booties. Meep! The BEST Co-op in the world exists there. I want to live in Vermont quite badly. The culture there is so interesting. One day, perhaps.
True Story to be Read Out Loud: On the way home, Kirsten and I made one smooth move through Athol.
Heh heh.
Last night Inga, Katie and I had some quality gal play time and had a really nice mellow night in, with our brains slightly out and about elsewhere, imagining all the fun we're going to be having in the coming months. I came up with the Brilliant Idea of making a comic book about our lives, starring ourselves as super-heroines or something, eh? eh? Meh. Methinks this is a pipe dream.
I also ran forever today in West Gloucester and missed Avery and Elena immensely. It was beautiful, the birds were singing and the air smelled like ocean and rain.
I miss a lot of people at the moment.
I slept with the window open and woke up to mourning doves. Then I cleaned my room.
This week is going to be super stressful with midterms and such. Yick yick.

Weekly wisdom: To anyone who has not tried acai berry sorbet, or Trader Joe's peach-mango jello, I highly suggest you do so.