A Pretty Apt Metaphorical Assessment of the Summer

[gorgeouslywrong]

It was a misplaced morning, everything off and lukewarm--accidentally being stood up for breakfast, traffic, my last Mexican chocolate sadly mediocre, my last scone sadly cold and a bit burnt, no seats at the cafe, breaking a bottle of cream soda in the garage right underneath the car's tires

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[belledezuylen]

The last of anything is always a little off, if only because you expect it to be the most brilliant and epitomic in its series. And then the scone is burnt, and the Mexican cocoa is tepid, and you're left wondering if you'll ever find true love, never mind its consummation. Or, you know, a decent breakfast. But that Italian-soda moment was bizarrely beautiful: pomegranate, perchance? We have to work on the metaphorical significance of individual flavors.

I'm wondering how you managed to break a bottle of cream soda under the tires of your car. Do the laws of physics really permit that?

I'm up far too late, because a quinquagenarian professor is definitely going to reply to my latest e-mail at 4 AM EST. Hope is my middle name! Also, I discovered today that I can't walk the streets of my hometown without being heckled by creepy old men.

[gorgeouslywrong]

Oh, yes, let's doindividual flavorings! Let's extend this metaphor til we black out from absurd over-analyzation!

It was actually pretty amazing, the way I managed to semi-fling the bottle right to the tires. I am a force of clumsiness even gravity should reckon with!

More old men? Oh, Zoe, do you have some kind of old-man magnetism?

[gorgeouslywrong]

Also, excellent use of the word epitomic. Excellent indeed.

[belledezuylen]

Thank you! I think your frequent use of "epitomic" has infected my vocabulary (in a good way). And, yes, I'll start drawing up a list of flavor symbolism; my friend Becca has already determined that black cherry is the flavor of English majors, because it's bitter and, I don't know, epitomic? That word does come in handy.

And I do have uncanny old-man magnetism, because the same damned thing happened today (more in a letter, perhaps).

[priyankipedia]

Man, why can't my interactions with strangers be more like yours?

[priyankipedia]

Oh, right, because even if I HADN'T insulted him thoroughly by that point, the shoulder-patting would have set me off.

[gorgeouslywrong]

Oh, how you abuse fat racist strangers. I love it.

I'm scanning my diary, and here, at 4 a.m. in September of our first year, I have written: "Note to self: Remember not to touch Priyanko so much." That's the only sentence. Oh, memories!