I have been filled with untold joy at the fact that Dracula returned to Belcourt Castle and I've been able to be a part of it once again. There's nothing quite like toasting Being Undead with old friends.
So I'm driving down 114 as I've done so many times before - And this is Sunday, my last day of my last spring break, and I get to thinking how - Describable - This past week's been.
It will smell like sunshine, Belcourt, open windows, homemade mac n cheese and sautéed asparagus, and brown and white paint. Specifically.
It will sound like Patrick Wolf, Rufus Wainwright, Polly Scattergood, and the 1960s. And The Shins, Ted Leo, and Of Montreal because those are my springtime-coming-back-to-life bands.
It will be the colours of Nitrogen Pink, Navajo White, Striped Red & White, and Desaturated Blues.
It will taste like Carlsberg, Red Bull, disgusting sugary pizza, sea air, and Cadbury eggs [not cream, but the candy coated ones].
It will look like the viewfinder of my video camera, the main staircase of Belcourt castle, the right half of the Ion, bits of white dish flying at me in 3D, and Thayer Street.
It will feel like untold stress painted over by a thick layer of celebratory bliss.
Happy 200s, I guess.
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