Wampeters come and wampeters go

vaughn-on:

Pommes Frites, East Village, NYC.  2 Jan 2012.  

This time last year (approximately), I was at this dive bar called Blue & Gold with my sister and her friends, talking about what the hell I would do after college. I still had no clue it would involve working in India for two years, but I remember them having pretty insightful advice.  After we had drunk our fill of cheap whiskey, we went to this place to eat belgian pommes frites and I lost my driver’s license on the sidewalk (which was later returned by an awesome person).  

Anyway, yesterday night we revisited the Blue & Gold and afterwards stopped at Pommes Frites.  It was a lot more enjoyable without the looming post-grad anxiety and the slightly-too much whiskey and the losing of id.  

In the middle of all the changes that this year has brought, there was something intensely comforting in the fact that I was in the same great place with the same great people for the second year in a row.  Hopefully this time next year, we’ll all meet for another round of drinks and pommes frites in NYC.  

Once, 2 or 3 years ago, I shared some fries with Preston at a place that is 60% or more likely to be this one based on description and pictures.  Less than 2 days ago he left Austin after visiting me for 6 days, returning to that cold, bleak city that requires so many layers of clothes to be comfortable.  Are you sure you don’t all want to move here, to warm, wonderful Austin?