We ate southern home-cooking at Kleervu, went to Nashville's true-to-size reproduction of the Parthenon, got Mexican popsicles at Las Paletas (spicy chocolate, vanilla guava, rose petal), looked at real Faberge eggs at the Cheekwood Gardens, watched Breaking Away, played Go, and listened to hours of music in the car. I sent him off yesterday and sadly watched him ride into the distance on the Natchez Trace Pkwy.
Encouraging it is to know that having left the college life, there is still this closeness and ample conversation that aren't threatened by physical distances.
11 comments:
If you wrote about baseball, your blog could be called FAYE'S FORAYS FOR A'S FORTES or if you did a marathon you could at 4K in there somewhere.
i have been wanting to get popsicles from that place for forevvvvver! i hear the blueberry with choco chips is super good.
If you ever talk about some Charles Fort type shit, you could call your blog FAYE'S FORTY FORTIAN FORAYS.
If you get on a kick about eels, you could call your blog FAYE'S MORAYS FORAYS PHASE.
Hahahahaha.
hahahaha. the A's suck this year, and i hate that.
faye, are you going to be in the boro august 27 through 31?
If you ever wrote about America's Northern and Southern borders, you could rename your blog FAYES ESSAYS FOR ESAS FOR EH'S.
Ever made your own paletas at home? Perhaps you should check out my little old Mexican food blog.
jacob, if she was a gay guy her blog could be called Faye's Fucking Fabulous.
see, faye's is a contraction.
Don't Faye's Me Bro.
Aww, I just read this. It was brief but good.
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