That which survives

[giantsloth]

Why yes, I do have a survival kit. And what a survival kit it is.

We just got back from pretending to be urban sophisticates in the ever-more-revitalized downtown area. Had swanky, expensive, good-but-salty supper at Poole's Luncheonette. Plunked a note on an old broken-down piano that once was played by Cab Calloway (and many others). Looked at some art, or rather, "art."

It's a good thing we did not need compass or flint and steel, because I forgot to take my survival kit.

Comments

[terribleturnip.livejournal.com]

Don't you find the twee-ometer a pain going through security, though? I've given up. "Just wand me" I say as I approach the arch. Thankfully, mine's implanted near my navel, so I think they just assume I'm packing a major piercing...

[giantsloth.livejournal.com]

I think my twee-o-meter reads as fillings at the airport x-ray, because it's implanted in my jaw. At least, I think that's where it is. I tend to grind my teeth when I encounter dangerous levels of twee.