this is what it's like....

I run to city market over lunch after meeting up with greg and as i'm walking in, i'm thinking how jealous i am that greg's going to be spending so much time this summer on church street. Jealous of the stories he’ll have to share of the local color, not to mention that he’ll be outside, and getting a TAN, oh and did I mention he’ll be outside?!

So anyway, I’m walking into city market and thinking about the local color and how entertaining it is. How you can go out to dinner with people you haven’t seen in years and be so entertained by what’s happening on church street that you can’t have a normal conversation (happened last night).

So I’m walking in and as usual, I scan the plants for sale…does your market sell hops? Ours does. As I’m nonchalantly taking this photo with my camera phone I overhear this conversation:

Female to male: “hey yeah it was good to run into you…I’m staying at the Burlington hostel. I play music there and stay there for free, it’s like a barter”

That’s what it’s like.