Friday, October 24, 2008

Puking pumpkins

Last night the venerable Kat hosted a self-titled Puking Pumpkin Party.

You get the idea.
I can't explain how nice it was to be in Ithaca for a night. Don't get me wrong, I love the Southern Tier, but Ithaca is just an exceptionally creative, exceptionally green sort of place. A place where no one blinks when you announce that you just learned to make cheese. A place where after the pumpkins are carved and the beer is drunk, people sit around in a circle enthusiastically troubleshooting solar showers, home beermaking, and vermicomposting. When I feel like all I'm seeing, over and over, is the same Walmart-shopping, label-wearing, SUV-driving people, I can go to Ithaca and be reminded that wonderful, intelligent, unabashedly independent and wacky folks like myself do exist. It's just nice to feel sometimes that I'm not alone.


Mrs. Danby said...

I love free-hand pumpkins. Sounds like a fabulous evening.

jenpenpaperhat said...

i went home for the weekend this weekend 31st/1st/2nd - to Gartmore. When i got there it was halloween and my dad had carved a pumpkin. you'll never guess what? it was a puking pumpkin.

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