I’m thinking about Corvallis tonight, recounting my favorite places to eat, what things were like when I lived there. Some things never change — a friend of mine went to Nearly Normal’s tonight; the Thai place on 9th is still good; the creepy guys are still in front of Starbucks, there’s still the Japanese place on 2nd. Blue Sky’s still there, and La Conga still has burritos so addictive that they must be heroin-laced.

I think that makes me happy.