Wednesday June 20 2007
The alarm went off at 4:45, and damn. That’s not enough sleep. Went downstairs grumpy, and my dad was outside, sitting in his truck. He called a couple times, he said, to make sure I was up. To the airport, and going through security I saw Roy and Jenny Neel on their way to D.C. Found the Moutenots and Bob and Christine Orral, but I was too tired to really form sentences. Slept up to Baltimore, had some breakfast at Au Bon Pain ($7) and Roger told me about going to Bonaroo with his son. Jeeze. But I wish I did see Feist, though. They were all taking a flight on to the vineyard. I planned to take the ferry. “You should just come with us.” said Barbara, “It’s so much easier”. At Providence they disappeared, so I took a Taxi to the Vineyard Fast Ferry and it was actually lovely, and a little bumpy, but great. I read Vanity Fair’s Africa issue and wow! I was pretty impressed. What a great magazine. Josh Rouse called while I was on the ferry and the reception was actually fine. He said he was coming to the Bees gig in NYC. Got to the Vineyard and went to the Crawford’s, and we had a lovely dinner and I made a sort of crappy watercolor of their house, a beautiful place right on a nature preserve. Tad was telling me about France after the war. How he was fascinated by the sewers. Talked on the phone to Amy Loftus and Leslie and she told me she met Feist at Bonaroo and I was jealous. I don’t know why, I don’t know what I would say to her anyway, other than I am a fan and I think she’s fantastic but i’m sure she hears that 17 times a day, so that wouldn’t really be interesting. It would just be cool to meet her, I guess. Read some of the New Yorker and hit the hay at 11.
