Wednesday, 22 July 2009

State of mind

New Jersey is a bit of a flop really, next to New York but not New York, full of swamps (state bird: the mosquito), smelly industry (my father-in-law) and questionable businessmen (don't ask my father-in-law any questions). All in all, not really a tourist destination. Especially in July, when you can leave an air-conditioned building at noon and have the experience, as disgusting as it is alarming, of water vapour condensing on your body. So we're not here as tourists, obviously. Mlle Inkspot comes to go crazy in shopping malls, Mme I to remind herself that 3,500 miles is not necessarily too far from her parents and I to pursue Precision Handling's interests in Princeton, a town whose smugness is less noticeable only than its dullness.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

but don't the inmates have the cutest accents?

Gadjo Dilo said...

Sounds delightful. Isn't there some colourful ghetto you can hang out in - somewhere where it feels appropriate to be hot but where the in-laws and the mosqitoes fear to tread?

Lulu LaBonne said...

I've been to NJ - but I can't remember it.

inkspot said...

Nurse, only cute people have cute accents, and the accent only serves as a pick-up excuse.

Gadj, Chicago has colourful ghettos where hanging out is fun, NJ really doesn't.

Lulu, were you in the trunk of someone's car?