| stasi, amy and i set off last friday on a roadtrip to wisconsin.
so before we left, we decided that if we were going to make a 12 hour
drive, we needed uniforms... and character names. meet emma jean, jimmy ray and miss darleen...
we reeked havoc on gas stations across america...
...and then we found "nuggets," the chicken who told us that
the driver of her poultry bus had stopped at the gas station the
night before. she said that she went inside to grab a bag of Corn
Nuts and when she went back outside, her ride had left...
"susan!
what are you going to do if you catch it?" "i don't know, but we
can't just LEAVE her here!"
so, about 5 hours later we landed in madison. i finally got to
meet the lovely ms. caiti green. i told her that chickens were a
normal "thanks for having us" present in the south...
caiti and stas blew up the air mattress with a hairdryer, which was
still funny even though it was 6:00. we slept for a few hours
while jon and mike from tim's old band ran the "crazy legs" marathon
through the streets. we met up and introduced everyone to nuggets
then got some breakfast at the bagel shop where i got to see "madison's
bearded woman..." i could have gone home satisfied after her, but the
party had only just begun...
we drove to doug's, got rained on a little, drank a little and boogied like there was no tomorrow...
stasia and i started the "soul train..."
i fell in love with "milwaukee girl" and i'm pretty sure we did it...
jon was ridiculous...
the other madisonian that i fell in love with, emilie
when the party was over, we slumber partied and talked. i cried
til my face swelled up. and i, myself consider face swelling to
be the high point of any evening...
cait's boyfriend's band adopted nuggets and built her a coop in jack's house.
before i knew it, we had to go. we spent less than two days in
WI, but there's no question about whether or not it was worth the
drive. i feel like i grew three feet in one
weekend... plus, me and stas got a brand new buttcrack buddy...
i am, of course, still QUEEN buttcrack...
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| memories are the most precious pieces of human life. i am
grateful that every day i remember at least one. it can be
something that happened 3 years ago or maybe just 3 months... but
the moment that the thought comes, i feel desperation to cling to
it. i refuse to take it for granted. so i'll frantically write it
on my hand or arm or scrap of paper with whatever utensil i
can grab...just write a keyword, so that i remember to relay
every
detail to myself before sleep. i want to re-live it a thousand
times. i wish i could have grasped the value of a moment when i
was actually in it. i did take them for granted and i would give anything for one more.
i watched "eternal sunshine of a
spotless mind" last week. i feel like i am fighting time
to hold on to my memory. everything is passing by at its usual
pace, but i refuse to move a step because i want to stay close to his
lifetime. i don't want to leave him. i have such a hard
time with souvenirs. i mean, it's easier to have a casual
relationship with memories themselves when you know that you can make
more. ultimately, i have to
accept that the memories will fade over time... but i will bask in the
details of them for as long as i still can.
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