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Flight of the libmomdors

Iceland, ho! I like the fact that this statement sounds both seafaring and urban. Currently I am sitting in terminal E of BWI airport waiting for my flight. Still in disbelief that trip is actually happening. I am on the lookout for Viking descendents on my plane. Right now they are manifesting themselves as dudes in ponytails.

There is a band (with a guy/girl combo) that has a song with the refrain that goes "icy icy" and I can't get that out of my head. Its a little annoying because I don't remember the rest of the song at all. Also annoying is that Iceland restricts duty-free booze. So the big fat bottle of Amarula I was going to bring for me and Heather has just gone down the proverbial tube. So my plan is to spend a lot of money getting tipsy in IS. I have to remind myself not to be so damn cheap. I sold my first house, with much finnagling! I deserve another $12 pint!

The first person to e-mail me answers to the following questions will receive a beautiful postcard from libmom. Ready?

1. What is the name of Iceland's capital, spelled correctly?

2. What is the name of the bar that one of the dudes from Blur partly owns, in said capital?

3. If you were going to Iceland, what would you do/go/see and why?


4. Where shall I send the postcard?

Much love -- and props to Lisher who fully supported this trip despite despite the stress it will assuredly cause -- and cuddles to Ana and Lily who one day will embrace their genetically inherited wanderlust.

S.

7:45 p.m. 2007-09-19

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