I know I said it before, but I think I'll be updating more regularly now since a really good friend of mine loaned me his laptop. He knew my computer was broken and just took it upon himself to send me an extra computer he had lying around. Now how nice is THAT?

So yeah, I got out of VT and flew to Manhattan for the weekend. My friend Jackie bought me the ticket as a belated birthday present. I really do have generous friends. Either that or I'm dying and no one has the guts to tell me. Whatever.

NY was fun and I totally miss it. It's not so much the city I miss, it's my friends that got me feeling all homesick. Although I have to say that being able to stay out until 5AM, walk home with a slice of pizza and a meat pie that I may or may not remember buying is something that is missing from my life in The Green Mountain State. Fun was had, bartenders yelled at me, we laughed, we cried, it was better than Cats.

I realized that I must've made quite an impression on a certain bartender at one of my old haunts because as Jon and I walked in, she had our drinks all sitting on the bar waiting for us. That's service, I tell ya.

I was a little homesick when I got back to Vermont but I'll be back in town for 4 days, arriving on May 14 and leaving sometime on the 17th or 18th. Sundaygirl, prepare for take-off.

Not much to tell other than that. My car stalled the other day in the middle of a rather busy intersection but of course within seconds two lesbians appeared out of nowhere and pushed me through traffic to the side of the road. I thanked them and then realized that perhaps next time I have someone push my car, I should release the emergency brake. Mea culpa strong butch helper dyke ladies. My bad. So I called Triple A, called work to let them know I'd be late and I went back to the car to sit & wait and I figured I'd try for the millionth time to start the car and it started right up. I guess whatever the problem was, it fixed itself. Queue the Sanford & Son music, please.

On Easter, my sister had a party and they made me dress up in a bunny costume, given ten minutes to hide and then everybody scattered around town to find me. They had to tag my tail which sounds so dirty to me. I lasted for 33 minutes running around Montpelier dressed as a bunny but got caught when I was getting chased through an alley next to a church, wasn't watching where I was going and ran into a wall. I fell down and someone tagged me. My friend Beth was brave enough to walk around town with me dressed like an idiot and even took me to the bar for an Easter cocktail. See, it's all about making your own fun up here. And acting like a complete asshole.

xo,

Swan McBunny

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