Columbia is a cultural oasis in the middle of Missouri, and it happens to be where I went to college. The schools of journalism and agriculture are usually ranked number one or so (go to hell, Northwestern), but I was in neither of those disciplines, so I went rather unchallenged for four years and did lots of drugs.
Now, everyone I knew then is pretty much gone now, except for my old friend Yoder. I won't go into the story behind how I know him, but suffice to say it's quite a melodrama, with tales of love, hate, betrayal, and the word "bitch." I've somehow managed to stay clear of the various conflicts and have kept in touch with Mr. Yoder over the years.
But he's now moving to Scottsdale, so it was one last night at the party pad and other haunts, some wine, some whiskey, some beer. Another late night like the olden days.
Vivi and I also went back to my favorite old Middle Eastern place, which I used to say had the best hummus anywhere. Well, I've had a lot of hummus since then, but it's still that damn good.
But, again, no U-Haul for me now. It's a place I shan't re-pita. Mwa-ha-ha. Mwa-ha-ha.
Miles: 5348
Posted by yozhik at July 29, 2003 10:43 PM