From the "Easy Come, Easy Go" Dept:

Today at some kitchsy shop in Manhattan I found a frosted, 1960's-ish looking drinking glass that said "Franconia Notch, NH" on it (which is in the White Mountains), that had a picture of the old man of the moutain and other Franconia Notch attractions, plus a little Polar Caves shot glass (also up in the White Mountains). I was so excited, as my family used to have a house up there. So I bought the glasses and George and I proceeded to go to Indian food at a restaurant where you buy you own beer and bring it in with you. Well, at the end of the meal, I got the bags with my glasses and our beer empties mixed up and gave our waiter the bag with my glasses to throw out! When I realized this I went barelling into the kitchen trying to explain I gave them the wrong bag and it was just a total scene and finally he figured out what I was saying and rooted through the garbage to get my bag. We take a cab home and as I'm standing in the lobby fumbling with my wallet and the cab change and my keys, what do I do but DROP the fucking bag with my glasses and the big glasses smashes into a million pieces despite being wrapped in newspaper. The shot glass was spared, but I'm so bummed.

On a better note I got a neat little flapper-looking wool hat that fits really snug and has a black bow on the side. I used to wear hats quite often in high school; maybe I'll start doing it again. This shop had all sorts of flapper-looking hats. They were so gorgeous.

On my vacation radar for this year is Austria and the Hoover Dam. The Hoover Dam will probably end up being more feasible. I'm dying to see that thing.