People, places, things
A few weeks ago, I decided that I should have a cool hat. So I convinced a friend to go shopping in Delano with me, and I bought a hat. I love the hat, my friend loves the hat, even her husband likes the hat.
But when I wear it in Wichita, I get scoffed at (granted, it was by the usual scoffers, so whatever). Discouraged, the hat spent a couple of weeks hiding out at home.
Friday night, I drove up to Lawrence for a friend’s birthday party. I wear the hat. When I get to town, I have to run a few errands (liquor store, Dirty Dillons).
At the liquor store, I start noticing that guys are checking me out. A drunk guy compliments my hat. I’d transcribe the rest of the conversation, but he was fairly unintelligible, so I’d just be guessing.
Then I get to Dillons, where some dude who is at the checkout with his girlfriend leans around a display to get a closer look at me. Holy crap.
Obvious conclusion: I need to spend more time in Lawrence.
At the same time, this was the first time I went back that it didn’t feel like I was going home. I credit that to the fact that my covert plan to move back turned into a big disaster. There are a lot of things I miss about Lawrence (La Parrilla, concerts, boys), but the bullshit and red tape of working at a university is not one of them.
That said, I can’t wait until this year’s round of graduation parties starts up so I have an excuse to visit again.