May 2013


While driving home from my friend’s house at 10:30 on a Sunday evening, driving through town and grooving along to whatever hip hop music was playing, I was startled to find my face rather hurt. Upon further reflection, I had not been dancing along with my whole self, I had only been dancing with my eyebrows.  It was majestic.  Ask me the next time I see you.

Nikolai doesn’t like certain phrases, for whatever reason.

If I ask him to go on a hike with me, he will say no immediately and will not be gainsaid.  If I ask him to take a trail-walk or a nature walk, he would love to.

His other trigger phrase is go to the beach.  Often, my idea of a good time is ditching everything and driving the 2ish hours to the beach, and just wandering around some small town or whatever.  He would probably enjoy it, but refuses to go to the beach.  I asked him if he wanted to drive to the ocean and he was instantly delighted.  Other possible substitutions for “beach” that my dad suggested: sand-water place, and big splashy.  I think Big Splashy works best.