2003-09-16 || 3:40 p.m.

|| like the shriners! more so than you would imagine! ||

very much looking forward to the all-star best friendy convention in a few weeks honoring this secret treehouse gang circa 2000. the boys will be there, jason michael and owen, and i will trot off the plane in the requisite uniform of brown pants plaid shirt geriatric accoutrements to meet them in this, our first ever out-of-state reunion. activities will include extreme moodiness, walking down sidewalks in a huddle (my heart is swooning!), pulling sips of whiskey from a shared bottle, some sort of tension, a restaurant outing in which 86% of the party present is miserable, lengthy dissections of john lennon/alex chilton/cass mccombs, some sort of hair loss pep talk, smoking on porches, the hemming of the drearier holes in pants, and hopefully hopefully lots of serious friendlove and perhaps the crafting of matching socks or hats or shoe tassels or something. i am ever so excited.

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