greensboro

• a lime green room in a bed and breakfast owned by the most uncomfortable woman i’ve ever met who probably wasn’t expecting college students and especially not a boyfriend and thought i was going to steal her bike trail map - “they’re my collection”
• a one-mile walk in the wrong direction trying to find a bicycle to rent but when they told us it’d be $35 a bike we just gave up and went to a used book store instead with high ceilings and decorative books and overpriced poetry
• a bistro and bar called josephine’s patronized by middle aged couples wearing muted colors that contrasted with my chucks and teal rather shockingly but we didn’t have reservations anyway so i asked for recommendations and they suggested their sister restaurant, “more casual,” and we laughed bent over when we made it to the sidewalk, who’s snooty when their restaurant shares a block with a papa john’s and a laundromat and a consignment shop anyway?
• a crowded bar with blackthorn ale and a blueberry beer and gingerbread croutons and a lemon tarte served with raspberry sauce and whipped cream, that was incredible, and maybe nursing school
• a bouncer awake since four thirty so i wound up with accidental xs on my hands but it was alright, if you haven’t had a vodka sprite with grenadine you should try it, the nurses were better than expected, very good actually, and the mountain goats were incredible as expected, the crowd wasn’t great but she and her friend swapped places and decided i was “actually really nice” and john darnielle sang some of his songs so low if we hadn’t been second row we wouldn’t have heard
• a fast walk back, tired legs, chilly and exhilarated, tipsy, happy

we have fun