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2001-06-19 || 5:11 p.m. || saturday at the backyard party || saturday: just as i had imagined. getting ready for kell's graduation party cutting up vegetables cutting up bread michael seated at the kitchen table while i was upstairs going through old sassy magazines. i heard my mom praise him. heard her kiss the top of his head. we went to costco in mum's miata. which was a big deal at first, letting me drive it. with the top down. but after the initial convertible excitement i felt very embarrassed being seen in it. not very punk rock. i felt like i was betraying every safety pin that was holding my bra together. and blasting the wedding present only made it worse. driving through the shopping center parking lot i turned the music down and contemplated putting my scarf over my face, badguy cowboy-like. michael and i decided it was not worth the sunburn and punk rock guilt. even though i am not punk rock. but you understand. the party was very odd. a carbon copy of backyard parties six years ago, same kids for the most part but this time without the ska and koolaid haircolors and straight edge tattoos. this time with secret operations to go out and smoke down the street. this time with beer. i got drunk. mum did too. we traded sexual harrassment stories and there was a lot of slapping on the back and punching on the arm and mother/daughter laughsnorting. it was weird. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |