yesterday i went leaf-peeping in new york state and connecticut.
for those of you who are unfamiliar with the term ‘leaf-peeping’, it means to go out and peep at leaves. particularly leaves that are losing their chlorophyll and are thus revealing their other, less green, colours.
so we drove upstate and looked at all of the pretty fall foliage and watched kids jumping in leaf piles and looked at pumpkins and climbed a tree and went for a walk in the red and orange and yellow woods and had sex with a hooker and drank cider and swang on a swingset and other such wholesome things.
i just threw the ‘had sex with a hooker’ bit in there so as to not sound so healthy and suburban.
and anyways, it wasn’t sex, it was a handjob, behind a dumpster at the bus station.
and i shouldn’t have to say this, but i’m being facetious. i live in fear of people taking me seriously when i’m just trying to be funny.
everything else is true though, the leaf-peeping and the wholesome afternoon. it was one of those flawless autumn days where there’s not a cloud in the sky and it’s breezy and slightly cool. a perfect day for leaf-peeping.
the smell of fallen leaves is a really, really nice thing. let’s hear it for the seasons. hoorah seasons.
i wouldn’t necessarily want to live in the countryside, but it sure is nice being able to travel for 45 minutes and be immersed in bucolic splendor. and in addition to loving the smell of fallen leaves i’m also quite partial to the sound of walking through crunchy fallen leaves.
oh, and when i say ‘we’ i’m not being pompous and referring to myself in the royal collective singular(which sounds a bit oxymoronic, ‘collective singular’?), but i’m referring to the fact that i was with friends.
and now it’s monday and it’s time to make music.
thanks,
-moby