Someone invited himself to Franke James’ house for dinner. Woah. Ballsy, but kinda cool, actually. Now I’m trying to think of someone whose house I should invite myself to…
(I’m putting this under the “urbanism” category on this blog because I actually think of this as being, in some odd way, notably urban behavior. People (Republicans) often talk about how much “kinder” and “more open” the rural parts of the country are. And it’s true that you might not have to flag down quite as many cars to get some help changing a flat tire or something. But it’s also true that your chances of having something interesting happen, whether because of the sheer chutzpah of someone who invited himself to dinner, or because you ran into someone you hadn’t seen in a while, or….are much greater in urban areas. If you decide to look for them. Or at least it seems that way.)
March 10th, 2009 at 2:25 pm
Or perhaps, just maybe, it’s that most everywhere you go, you can find nice, good, interesting people and experiences…. They’re different, but perhaps not worth comparing?
Love the Franke James thing.
March 10th, 2009 at 2:29 pm
You should invite yourself to MY house for dinner and I will work my hardest to point out all of the crazy, unexpected, interesting, etc. happenings out here in the pseudo-boonies. You’re going to regret this post…. :)
March 10th, 2009 at 2:56 pm
Since there is no chance, at all, that I’m going to get out of this in one piece, I’m simply going surrender. Kate is absolutely right.