Awww…I forgot that it was Cinco de Mayo recently. I miss that from my years in Los Angeles. Great street fairs, margaritas, superb food, dancers and performers. *sigh* There are some things that I miss, aside from the obvious (my family and friends):
1. I miss Ashland, Oregon. I miss The Black Sheep and all of the faux-English architecture and getting burgers at Louies, the Shakespearean Festival and seeing deer grazing in our front yard. I miss the great mix of new-agers and hippies (old and new), side by side with the expat professionals from LA and SF who escaped to the countryside.
2. I miss hanging out with everyone at GZ on Thursdays, dancing and people watching, sucking down ice teas (or the 50 cent beers when we were broke). I miss Fannypack Guy and watching Carlos dance. I miss dancing and doing the goth-hand-thing. ;) I miss being able to hang out and party with my boyfriend and my girlfriend AND my boss, and knowing that everyone’s ok with my lifestyle, and I don’t have to pretend to be anything. I even miss those two really fat women that used to wear transparent shirts over thier bras and dance energetically. I miss everything.
3. I miss things like New Orleans and San Francisco. I’ve only been to New Orleans once, but now that it’s so difficult to go back (Phil wouldn’t be allowed back into the States after his brush with the INS), I really want to go.
4. I miss cheap gas.
5. I really, really miss my friends and my family. *sniff*