December 19, 2004

[re-the-wind] ^{2:32 AM}

If the past week, and days especially, have re-enforced anything, it's that family and friends matter most. At times friends equal family, if not surpass it, and you do all that you can when you can.

This is one of those times when I don't go into detail. People know who they are, and the roles they played, and to this I feel blessed.

Today has to be one of the more emotionally twisting days of my life, and I wouldn't have it any other way (it seems selfish to word it that way, but its true).

We (my parents, sister and I) boxed up 90% of my apartment today, and shipped two-thirds of it out. If you want to order a print before the end of the year, you need to do it by tomorrow, then I'm suspending the store (minus paintings) until I get settled in Los Angeles.

I have known such love and kindness up unto this point in my life, I can only hope to be fortunate enough to keep it up as I travel west.

And so the week ended with two of my favorite people laying in bed with me, watching the muppet resurrection on SNL. We pulled tight to each other, and talked of the promise of tomorrow (which may or may not include snow in the immediate "tomorrow").

My thanks to everyone :)

OR, if that was too serious for you and miss general blog banter:

Both my grandfather and father make horrifically bad puns that seem to only amuse themselves. If you were ever asking yourself where I got this from, there's your answer.

At a small cafe in Old Town Alexandria my grandmother tried to get oatmeal creme brule. This turned out to be oatmeal that was charred on top for two additional dollars. She spent the rest of her time in Washington looking for real creme brule. She found it several times over, but I think in this case quantitty was the key to erasing a bad memory.

When intoxicated, my mother and I are the same. We giggle and stare wistfully at family and friends and ruminate on how marvelous things are. Much like myself, she attempts accents she cannot achieve, or she succeeds at accents inadvertantly. For exmaple, Australians turn into Scotsmen, and Germans become Italian. After my Harry-Potter-graduation-robe-remark my mother kept attempting to say "Harry Potter" with an english accent and waving about a small non-existant wand. Instead, she said "Haw-wee Pot-turr." Towards the end she really had a Julie Newmar/Catwoman thing going pretty well.

My sister spent most of her time impersonating Sarah Michelle Gellar by wearing sweaters with huge turtleneck type folds of cloth up top. She can pull it off, but god help her if she gets stuck in an elevator door...

Somehow confusing downtown DC for not a NORMAL downtown, my father wanted to drive down and see the sights after my graduation ceremony, and before dinner, at 4:30 on a friday. I tried to warn him that A. traffic would be fucking horrendous, and B. You can't even drive near the White House, and where you can they've erected a gigantic rig for the inauguration. An hour later we were back on 16th street for the third time, when he continued to concede "you tried to tell me..."

Thanks to poor planning and overbooked restaurants, we wound up having a really nice dinner at the Cheesecake Factory, where I downed Godiva Chocolate Martinis almost like they were Apple Cider Martinis at Alero. My mother and sister chose to forego a cheesecake desert, and instead had gigantic rum-based drinks that left them giggling. My grandmother had a sip of each, and I'm pretty sure she was drunk. Sometimes I think my dad married my mom expressly for designated driving privelages, because it's a fun show to watch.

My parents smiled at me, and she said, "I can't wait to help you set up shop in LA."

Me too.

New Slang • The Shins

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