can you show me the sparkle of your china

listening to: "bodhisattva" - steely dan

I've spent about the last ten days house-and-dog-sitting for Josh and Joe in their gorgeous museum-esque condo (it's for sale, y'all!) while they were in Disney World. Basically I was snuggling the handsome greyhound, Madero, and generally taking a brief vacation from reality. Break from reality? Has been nice. I didn't really internet during that time, but spent a lot of time by myself and I watched Dracula and the 8th and 9th seasons of Friends. I read T.S. Eliot and Bret Lott and I am Legend (so much better than the movie). I met a boy... I worked a lot. I got to drive a nice car. I don't know what else to say.

I finally heard from Emily, who's stuck in Senegal until the end of this month. Her host mother sounds like an abusive creeper. She won't let the girls drink more than a liter of water, even though they walk ten miles a day in hot hot heat. I want Emily to come home, but thankfully they're moving her to a different city where she will have the opportunity to actually do some service work in a girls' school, hopefully working with art.

Today is the fourth of July, though I won't be celebrating except by drinking extraordinary amounts of espresso at work all night. Perhaps I shall take sparklers and dance around our empty parking lot. We'll see. This is the second year in a row I haven't seen any damn fireworks. Makes me miss high school/post-high school fireworks at Clayton's grandparents' house, laying in the grass with Elizabeth and Sophie, getting bit all up by mosquitoes and drinking lemonade, probably singing Phish songs to each other and making fun of our respective boyfriends. God, we had fun.

So this fella that seeing I'm took me to hear Steve Miller Band and Joe Cocker last week, and we have plans to see Brooks & Dunn, Journey, Heart, Cheap Trick, Radiohead, Jimmy Buffet, and Rush. What a line-up, eh? Don't laugh. We have a good time. :)

My parents are in Orlando right now, and when I got home this morning, there were five boys strewn around our living room in various states of sleepy disarray, plus an alarming number of empty soda cans, chip bags, and frozen chicken nugget containers. Also empty cartons of milk and strawberries. And there was a whole bottle of ranch dressing in the fridge that wasn't even there before. I am glad I wasn't present for the hootenanny last night, whatever form it may have taken. Someday, I am getting my brother drunk. Don't fight it, Teej. Jesus will forgive us both and probably we will have fun.

Yeah, so. I'm going to go get ready for work.

Stay out of trouble.




shalomshalom.