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I spent Labor Day weekend in Providence, site of great giddy high school adventures & hometown of at least three of my ex-boyfriends. No exes were in attendance this weekend, altho the most significant one of them is getting married on Saturday, & I'd rather not talk about that right now, thanks. Not much about the PVD has changed. Jess drove me by the Prudential, the giant rock cluster where we used to smoke surreptitious cigarettes under the track field. There's a softball field there now too, but otherwise it looks exactly the same. Thayer Street was still clogged with oh-so-earnest Brown students, except now they are younger than I am.
The two days in Providence were for me (& for Joe, who came along) characterized by an almost total lack of energy, fueled by excessive smoking of excessively strong pot, massive amounts of card playing (especially Palace, a game that doesn't exist outside R.I.), gross overspending thanks to the tempting prevalence of delicious seafood practically everywhere we went, & best of all, the familiar sound of the Rhode Island accent battering itself lovingly against my ears. I woke up yesterday morning to the voices of two local men working on the roof outside my window. One of them was saying to the other, "You know, I never thought we had that much of an accent. But the other day I saw a guy from Providence on TV, & as he was talking I realized, no matter what we're saying, we all sound just like a bunch of quahoggers."