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2002-04-17 || 9:04 p.m. || montana. || me da, me sis and i are planning a trip. me mum will stay in california, land of air conditioning and water taps built right in to the fronts of refrigerators, as me sis me da and i follow map lines to. montana. a stop in las vegas. a stop in yellowstone, maybe salt lake city. we will cross the fair country and deposit my sissy in a trailer in the woods surrounded by bears and guns and port-a-potties, field work and farmer tans and insect bites. the dynamic of kelly + dad + me is very different from that of the hand family proper. this dynamic is singing loudly to queen with windows down, talkin mad shit about the mama, donuts for breakfast and squishies all around. cheap ass motel rooms and standing in parking lots identifying stars and roadkill. scientist jokes. wearing the same pants five days straight. there hasn't been a dadkellyjenny trip in more than a decade. (1987, catalina island: chocolate chip cookies and spam, three hands in a two man tent, horseback riding and snorkeling and the way the seat of your baby blue bathing suit gets gauzy and pilly from not taking it off for days.). the dadkellyjenny trip. i'm afraid it will be different. missing boyfriends and finding topics of conversation suitable for all parties. avoiding the word 'fuck'. sneaking out very late for cigarettes. tripping over Future Plans because Future Plans conversations always rear their heads while seatbuckled, while hurling selves at frightful speeds along hot tarry highways. i will sit in the backseat and knit. i will laugh riotously until the dad eyes shoot sparks through the rearview mirror. i will wear the same pants five days in a row, eat donuts for breakfast, sing the alto parts of 'bicycle', let dad tell the stories about the stars, tweak kelly's bum in the truckstop diner as she gets up to pee. we will take out of focus dadkellyjenny photos. we will strap discarded stuffed animals to the grille of the buick. we will collect call mummy to tell her we love her, it's too hot, we saw dolly parton in the mini mart with the big neon cowboy boot, we swear it. my dad and my kelly and me. the whole damn universe in the little white sedan. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |