July 23, 2006
more photos!
today, i meant to:
a. get up early.
b. bring coffee to kevin.
c. go for a bike ride with said kevin at shelby bottoms park.
today, i:
a. woke up at 11:30, when marlei brought--to my bedside!-- tea and toast on an elegant breakfast tray.
b. visited jenna and trevor, who at least live near shelby bottoms park.
c. ate indian food with kevin instead of riding bikes.
close enough.
i was very excited to take snapshots and video (coming soon) of darling liam, who is no longer a newborn, but a full fledged squealy, own-head-supporting baby. and to think, he was only born may 2. such maturity.
i'd like to think that i got a few good shots this afternoon, but my camera battery was dying, and i did not bring a spare, damnit! and so, the quality of the photos suffered. hence the graininess that i usually try to avoid at all costs.
that aside, you must go see this handsome munchkin (and all the other photos featuring kevin and his wieners).
tonight was old times reinvented. after kevin and i enjoyed too much food at a restaurant called sitar, we headed over to bongo for a cup of coffee. soon, none other than my long lost brian reed showed up to hang out awhile. i got to hug his neck and pat his handsome head. tomorrow, we're going to have lunch and play bocce!! (yes, i had to google the correct spelling.) good lord, i've missed that guy.
later, marlei and i had a cocktail at jacksons and enjoyed girly existential conversation, just like always. and then her bill called from across the street at boscos, so we paid the check and joined him, along with many folks from the cast of faith/doubt. however, the party was clearly over as soon as we showed up (coincidence?), and so the three of us decided we'd have a night cap elsewhere.
elsewhere turned out to be jacksons again. and, of course, we had the same waiter again. i shrugged when he did a double take. he giggled. he has my tattoo on his arm. and his name is dan. good waiter. i highly recommend him.
ah, so now it's 2:30 am, and somehow i doubt i'll be awake in time for church at NINE EFFING O'CLOCK. what has gotten into those episcopalians anyway? back in my day, it was acceptable to saunter in at 11:30, and you'd only have missed the opening hymn, which was usually really boring and melodyless.
ahem. anyway. goodnight, world. and enjoy today's contribution to my roadtrip photodocumentary.
love, bananie.