2004-09-26 || 11:57 a.m.
|| perfect day. ||
o most enchanted day. i drove to san francisco to see jason's new house and it was quickly named ire-deutschland (ahem, irie-deutschland) because i kept saying it feels like we're in germany! it feels like an irish cottage! it's an old lady house set back from the street with a picket fence and hydrangeas in the front yard and it all feels somehow sloping forward. i drew pictures of jason's ancient equipment while o played the organ and j fiddled with wires and knobs and i took pictures of the bathroom and recording things and sang along to george harrison. o and i left j to fix the monster recorder to go to a bar and figure out what to make j for dinner. we drank whisky on a patio and o made plans for portland (dear portland, make way for the lionhearted o.r.a.) and we sat in coats and leaned back far in our chairs. we then made the mistake of raiding the cala foods kind of tipsy and hungry beyond reason to buy dinner:
-1 frozen pizza
-1 can of refried beans
-2 bags of tortilla chips
-1 package of artichooke cheese dip
-1 apple pie
-1 carton of vanilla ice cream
-ranch dressing
-1 jug of gallo's finest
we decided not to feel bad about the amount because we could pretend jason was our convalescent shut-in brother whom we go to visit and watch the brady bunch grand canyon special and leave mass quantities of food.
i left irie-deutschland to meet boys in the east bay to come back to san francisco, sitting in traffic for an hour and cursing my most-inefficient planning. and then two hours later i was back in sf at a party in the sunset. bryan was in the hallway and the party became let's catch up and be righteous friends again for it's been a whole lot of years, actually, and it really is a damn shame. so we stood in the kitchen while drunk kids walked by and girls in leg warmers and fluorescent track suits looked for the bathroom and the most adorable birthday boy weaved around all smiling. but b and i are friends again. it somehow means a great deal to me. and we talked incessantly about you, mb, and how you really must visit soon that we may recreate the midnight walks and wine binges of old. b doesn't look any different and he kept offering beer and our elbows were attached for a good two hours.
it really was perfect.
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