is starting to run down my neck while David Cronenberg's Rabid
screams and growls from the living room...
what a pisser.
I really can't complain though. I've spent the day with two of the most near and dear to my heart. I had a lovely dinner, with even more lovely pitchers of Margaritas. Tomorrow I have dinner plans with a good friend of mine...
For the first time in a long time all is right with the world. I mean, I spilled Suzy's hair dye down the front of the last remaining pair of good work pants and as I said, the bleach is running down my neck, but other than that, I can't complain.
Suzy and Bry have turned an otherwise disasterous week in to something not only tolerable, but downright enjoyable. I've smiled freely and easily today. All my bullshit has been left at the door and been replaced by Mexican food, alcohol and good company.
I hope that this turns into one of those nostalgic, idealized memories that we sit around over beers and talk about years from now. I hope it's got that glossy, golden quality that all the memories I've been escaping to have had.
I'm babbling. Maybe the bleach is soaking into my brain.