and i can't see why you'd want to live here.
Before the wedding day I had never been to San Diego. My remark of that fact to those I kept company with, dissolved into humor surrounding me repeating the same phrase as if the idea were again novel. The wedding was on a large patch of green grass surrounded by concrete sidewalks that lead off to shops, stores, and the beach. The stairs leading down to the beach were "out of order". The sky was clear and save for the strip of clouds smeared across the distant horizon.
i'm in los angeles today: asked a gas station employee if he ever had trouble breathing and he said "it varies from season to season, kid."
The party winded down with me exchanging more words with the caterers than the bride or the groom. Extolling the virtues of community, friends, and family. Offering a place of refuge to one such caterer with plans on graduate school (at the UW) this coming winter.
The sunlight that seared the flesh of our heads fell from the sky while Skan and I smoked cigarettes out behind where the caterers had taken up their post. He talked about the desire to marry for family, to be a godfather of sorts. We talked about L.A. and our eventual and inevitable return to the city. The idea that friends don't come quite so easy this late in the game.
it's where our best are on display: motion picture actors' houses maps are never ever current so save your film and $15.
The reception took place at this beautiful house in a beautiful neighborhood, a few blocks from the beautiful beach. The beautiful beach stunk. I took two large gulps of rotten air as I walked with Scott S. around the block from where he parked. Moments before, in the car we talked about perceiving "hokiness" in ceremonies. I was reminded of that disconnected feeling that pervades youth, when I felt I was too cool to play along.
Before the wedding day I had never been to San Diego. My remark of that fact to those I kept company with, dissolved into humor surrounding me repeating the same phrase as if the idea were again novel. The wedding was on a large patch of green grass surrounded by concrete sidewalks that lead off to shops, stores, and the beach. The stairs leading down to the beach were "out of order". The sky was clear and save for the strip of clouds smeared across the distant horizon.
i'm in los angeles today: asked a gas station employee if he ever had trouble breathing and he said "it varies from season to season, kid."
The party winded down with me exchanging more words with the caterers than the bride or the groom. Extolling the virtues of community, friends, and family. Offering a place of refuge to one such caterer with plans on graduate school (at the UW) this coming winter.
The sunlight that seared the flesh of our heads fell from the sky while Skan and I smoked cigarettes out behind where the caterers had taken up their post. He talked about the desire to marry for family, to be a godfather of sorts. We talked about L.A. and our eventual and inevitable return to the city. The idea that friends don't come quite so easy this late in the game.
it's where our best are on display: motion picture actors' houses maps are never ever current so save your film and $15.
The reception took place at this beautiful house in a beautiful neighborhood, a few blocks from the beautiful beach. The beautiful beach stunk. I took two large gulps of rotten air as I walked with Scott S. around the block from where he parked. Moments before, in the car we talked about perceiving "hokiness" in ceremonies. I was reminded of that disconnected feeling that pervades youth, when I felt I was too cool to play along.
Thanks for the offer, though, cutie. ♥
xoxo
~ro