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Saturday, August 21, 2004 

The humidity here has just gone from 80% to 100%, meaning I'm experiencing my first NY thunderstorm. For the rain-savvy kids back home, this would be a "downpour" combined with tinny-sounding thunder, not like the nice grumblings I'm used to, but pretty attention-grabbing on their own. The family came over to help me get through the leftovers from 3 days of eating out, and we actually did a pretty good job of recreating Anmore by booting the roomie out and borrowing her dishes.

Speaking of the roomie, she went to a university with 3600 people (no typo there) and has (what I consider) a scary and chipper personality; chipper, because she's quite upbeat, and scary in that she seems quite enamored with the 'good life' (as in $94 for a pedicure!) Quite the opposite of this Queen of the Homebodies.

The next quest is the Search for a Suit. I started at Saks yesterday to get an idea of what I won't be able to afford, and will probably head to the Banana soon to get some gay-approved fashion advice. (I mean this in the best way possible!)

Till then, this is your damp Vancouver correspondant in NYC.

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