1. If I had to say one thing... it'd be the way the air feels when you're breathing hard at fifty miles an hour, how you can't get enough and not because of the lack of oxygen. It makes your lungs burn to match your legs, and it feels like the sun on the back of your neck. That's the biggest rush.
2. I played clarinet in the band in middle school, then stopped to take art courses. Bunny's dad tried to teach me guitar once (my hands are a bit too small) and I tried to teach myself... with no luck. Everybody can play the recorder, and I am everybody. Oddly, I'm not a bad hand at the ukelele. I want to learn the guitar better, and the drums.
3. Obviously, it's Bunny, Nate, and Zeus. Just because if you were there, we'd shut out the other two, whoever they happened to be. And all night we'd snark on stuff, make up inside jokes, talk and talk and talk, and find shit to play with in the airport. If they hadn't shut down one of the tourist shops, we'd hang out in there, or in the food court, or just run RAMPANT through whatever part of the airport is open. Walking backwards on the moving sidewalks, doing jumps off the escalators, all of that. Of course, if it were you, Bunny, and Zeus, that might get interesting as well. HEH.
4. *sigh* Home. Don't ask me that question while I'm away. I think we should sleep in, then go back to Julian, and eat pie and burgers at the -good- diner, and dig around in the candy vault, and then drive back home and take a nap in front of the tv and order takeout or something so you don't have to do the dishes at all, all day, and then bed. Really, that's what I want.
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2. I played clarinet in the band in middle school, then stopped to take art courses. Bunny's dad tried to teach me guitar once (my hands are a bit too small) and I tried to teach myself... with no luck. Everybody can play the recorder, and I am everybody. Oddly, I'm not a bad hand at the ukelele. I want to learn the guitar better, and the drums.
3. Obviously, it's Bunny, Nate, and Zeus. Just because if you were there, we'd shut out the other two, whoever they happened to be. And all night we'd snark on stuff, make up inside jokes, talk and talk and talk, and find shit to play with in the airport. If they hadn't shut down one of the tourist shops, we'd hang out in there, or in the food court, or just run RAMPANT through whatever part of the airport is open. Walking backwards on the moving sidewalks, doing jumps off the escalators, all of that.
Of course, if it were you, Bunny, and Zeus, that might get interesting as well. HEH.
4. *sigh* Home. Don't ask me that question while I'm away. I think we should sleep in, then go back to Julian, and eat pie and burgers at the -good- diner, and dig around in the candy vault, and then drive back home and take a nap in front of the tv and order takeout or something so you don't have to do the dishes at all, all day, and then bed. Really, that's what I want.
5. *sob* Yes. Wah.