2002-08-30 || 9:01 a.m.

|| changing of the guard ||

it is like little earthquakes. little house quakes. rearrangements and upheaval just enough to snap your head up to attention and hold on to something, gauge the magnitude by the swinging of the chandeliers.

aftershock: brian's fish is on the mantel and there are new plants on the front porch. sean's drumset is disassembled and his dirty laundry is shoved in boxes in the living room.

aftershock: the way worry crosses beck's face in waves, like a sad silent movie being projected on her.

aftershock: eating ethiopian food with b and bri and ton, realizing this is what it's going to be like now. loving them all deeply. it's like summer camp. it's like a sitcom. singing in the car and lamenting the boys and making plans for total world domination.

aftershock: dancing in the living room with brian to the icelandic dance record. opening up the curtains to use the windows as mirrors. laughing very hard at brian's rendition of the ass shake (me & beck: 'you need a little junk in your trunk to do it right, hey.'). promising the three of us will come up with a serious dancercise routine to be performed at parties.

aftershock: lying under blankets watching movies, discussing how long it will take for meow meow to not maul brian.

aftershock: saying good night to the furnished middle room for the first time.

aftershock: hugging becky in the kitchen in the morning, worried about the next couple of weeks.

ps. can i tell you? how much i love my beck and ton? adore them. i realized i don't write about them and our adventures nearly enough, hot damn.

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