and yesterday i met with our english bird laura dixon, who explained to me what "chavvy" meant (http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/chav) and took me to the campden town market (alas, marion did not join us). the campden market is basically like st. marks only the punks mohawks reach higher and they can wear ramones/clash t-shirts without seeming like complete assholes because, well, you know.
laura dixon was the necessary exchange student who went to boarding school with kengo and me when we were sophomores-- we haven't seen each other in four years, but literally the moment i got off the tube and saw her gorgeous mug it didn't seem like time had passed at all ("you haven't changed a bit, hallie," "well, shit, laura, i've stagnated"). laura dixon is now completing her masters degree in media/advertising (right, laura?) and working for Avon just outside of londontown. for all of my self-deprecating, hyper-concscious bullshit that i seem to exude, i must say it was completely beautiful meeting up with laura and we spent the appropriate amount of time staring goggle-eyed at each other and repeating "FOUR YEARS?" and dropping old names and introducing new ones. she is funny as hell, smart as a whip, cute as dixie, and a complete pleasure to be around. only upon seeing her have i realized how much i miss her. (kengo, i offered up your apartment for when she comes to visit us in new york, and i might also have promised that you and i will buy all her liquor for her)
also-- mar and i saw a bloke on the subway the other day with ENGLAND written in big gothic letters down his arm, and marion pokes me in the ribs and goes, "that shit would NOT fly in the states" and so i asked resident english bird laura dixon about it and laura dixon said that it does not fly here, either (hence "chavvy." apparently it's only okay to do it in scotland and wales so that you can be all patriotic about your national identity apart from england. see, we're learning crap here, too, guys)
right now i'm experiencing a really discomfiting bit of deja vu, so i think i'll go have some orange juice.
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