down home kansas city

now that's what i'm talking about. now this is home. sigh.

what does it mean when someone says to you:
"they're playing music for your hair!"
and the song is by crowded house, or a-ha? or something.
megs and i are having an awesome time.
lotsa shopping.
i almost cried in the candle store because it smelled so much like home.
home home home!!!
then i got dizzy from all the sniffing i did.
we went out for tacos and there was a mariachi (sp?) band in the restaurant.
we had panera BREAD!!! for lunch.
we went to old navy and cleaned up. OLD NAVY!


i'm experiencing a lot of culture shock.
at the airport i had to take off my sweatshirt and put it through the x-ray machine after everything else had gone through, so i went to ask the man behind me if i could put my sweatshirt in his bucket. i turned to the 50-something, blond, white man in the jeans and arizona state shirt and said:

"excuse me, do you speak english?"

he just kind of blinked at me. so i thought that meant no. i began to signal putting my sweatshirt in his bucket. he then replied:

"yes. of course i speak english."

he thought i was funny.

i've had two mind-numbing trips to target, the land o' plenty.
we went out for drinks last night, and the relatively extremely low key debauchery (other peoples', not ours, of course) was hilarious and disgusting and very very shocking. all the college kids looked to be about 12 years old to me.

it's really so good to be home. i think it will still take some time to recover.
does anyone know of a place i can live in iowa city?

:)