Relative Dimension

So my aunt and uncle from Illinois are visiting this week. Having six people in the house is an interesting experience: for one thing, it's much harder to get into the bathroom. Yesterday we went to see the Spruce Goose, which was way bigger than I always thought. I also didn't expect to see about six frillion other aircraft in the museum, including reconstructions of the Lunar Module and rover. Also a real Titan II missle, the kind used to launch Gemini pilots into space. I think the Cobra attack helicopter was my favorite. Uncle Dennis was a hot refueler in the army and knew a lot about the Vietnam war-era craft. We had planned to also see the antique air show across the highway, but we spent long enough at the museum.

Today we went to my absolute most favoritest bookstore in the world, Powell's. I got the Star Wars Dark Nest trilogy, and saw the two books that I'm STILL waiting for in the mail. I almost got a brand-new Star Wars book, considered Wrath of Khan, and nearly got Tolkien's Ring but put it back because I was tired of carrying it around and didn't want to spend the money today. We had lunch at Chipotle's, where I had a salad with beef that was every bit as spicy going out as it was going in. But it was soooo yummy. I've had my favorite drink twice in the last two days. Either I can hold my rum, or I don't put nearly enough to get drunk on. That's good, because I feel my inhibitions are iffy when I'm sober. I'll save getting drunk till I'm at college. I can't believe I'm actually looking forward to having some of the normal experences of a twentysomething and going to a club or something. Whatever. Who knows, maybe I'll become social.

Sam's leaving for Maine in five days. I'm leaving for Eugene in thirty-two. 

Eegad.