dispatches from middle america, the final installment

dear friends,

it is good to be home. my last days in kansas city were further evidence of the midwest blahs. i had pinned my hopes to a district known as 39th street/westport. we asked the desk staff at the hotel how far it was. i thought since we were on 45th street we could just walk. they told us it was 5 miles and that they would drive us in their van. so, chris and i get ready to go. a drive of approximtely 1 minute ensues. let's just say the leisurly walk back took us all of 7 minutes. americans are so sedentary. 5 miles, have you ever walked anywhere? anyway we ended up at a cute place called henry's which had half price food and wine until 8. this was clearly the hipest place in all of kansas city and on a saturday night it was dead. the two blocks that make up 39th street/westport were not lively at all. midwest you are a mystery to me. all in all, kansas city was awful, the conference was good, and seeing chris was super. i really hope he and megan will be able to visit montreal while i still live here.

my travel back was characterized by overpaying for airport wifi access, sitting next to a woman from minneapolis who was on her way to meet her internet boyfriend in montreal, and hassle at the truduea international. waits in line at customs, for my luggage, and for a taxi added about an hour and a half to my travel time.

anyway, while i was gone i missed the whole ashlee simpson thing. oh my. that jig.

get jiggy,
cam