Louise Bourgeois & Berkeley Springs

We are once again on a bus, a gummy-windowed discount bus with wifi and seat outlets, hurtling in the darkness toward that glimmery New York City– we are maybe an hour out. Often when we are on a bus, we’ve been somewhere a world apart from New York, and this weekend was no exception.

 

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On Thursday night we travelled south to Baltimore where we nestled with Iggo and Franco and on Friday morning, we set forth, West Virginia-bound. Franco had been kind enough to invite us all to his family’s cabin, to which we vamoosed for the weekend with his cousin, Justin and Justin’s ladyfriend, Val. I am in theory not a fan of double and triple dates (nor am I fond of the terms “boyfriend” and “girlfriend”, and insist most often on the uncomfortable “partner” or ” long term companion”) THIS WEEKEND WAS AWESOME. Sleepytime bunkbed wood fire whiskey tea soul music mule riding zombie shooting fresh air breathing smoked salmon meltdown. It is nice, upon occasion, to remind oneself of the forest that surrounds our cities and towns. It is important to remember that they are there, and to go to them.

It also seems a grand occasion to feature a pending submission from Franco and Iggs– Louise the kitty.

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Louise is Franco’s roommate’s feline friend, and though I have not met her in person, I have it on good authority that she is quite supreme.

 

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Ingrid writes,

Here’s another pic Franco took of our striking Luis, whose name actually is not Luis at all, but Louise.  Although Franco told me as much, I insisted that Luis was her true name until we consulted with Liana, her human, who told me that she is named for Louise Bourgeois.  Any other explanation would not have satisfied me, but of course I know better than to argue with Louise Bourgeois. Ah, what a kitty….

With love and Swedish smiles to you all.

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About bearicaquinn

Smallish, smushy in the sad parts, certainly destined for cat-lady-dom. Enjoys boats, bikes, black coffee, pug faces, sourdough bread, the morning when you have slept long enough, beards, mountainsides, art, rooftops, etc. Will continue to live in things that are interestingly shaped. So octopus.
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