April 18, 2004
acts on friday night. this is a journey that knows no end. sitting on the floor with the kitty checking out your toes you just go deeper.
blood wedding on saturday. there was the hot mom, not a character after all, though an appropriate nickname and andrew's twitching jaw and best smile. his friends and family filled the second row. leonardo the rebel and a horse. i've always been a sucker for a horse. rebels on horseback, even better.
sunday the playdoh game. you get the glob of playdoh and mold it into clues and hope your team guesses first. this becomes a screaming, fingerpointing, roll on the floor laughing, playdoh flinging affair. we wolf down pizza and far too many servings of pistachio pudding fruit and marshmallow whip. we hug, pat knees, kiss heads, hold hands.
we lean on the word and each other. we ride over tradition and rules. we're tragic, i know.