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Checkered N' Peckered

Well, I fell off the wagon. I'd gone three weeks without eating fast food, but today I craved a couple of Big Bufords from Checkers. So, on our way out to holierthancow and Shannon's place Wyspurr and I swung by Checkers. They were so fucking good, especially since I hadn't eaten anything all day nor had I the previous day aside from a bag of chips.



nyway, things are going pretty good. Dan left yesterday and Mitch left Wednesday. The apartment feels so much lighter without them here. Already the apartment is cleaner, the mood is brighter, and there's a sense of motion that has been direly lacking. I'm sure they feel better being out of our space too.

Brenda will be here soon, to be snuggled between Wyspurr and I, showered in affection. In just a week and a half, we'll have her for three days. There's so much I want to do with her. I want to show her Atlanta, the place we call home. I want her to spend time with the children in their own environment. I want to introduce her to the people who are a part of my life. I want to hold her hand as she toes the water of our hedonistic world. For the time that she's here, I want her to know what it's like to be a part of this family so that she can better know whether it's something she wants to truly join when her time in college is done. I want her to see that though we barely scrape by financially, living in a ghetto apartment where everything is falling apart, we still drink deeper from the cup of life than most dare and we want to share it with her.

I'm both excited and apprehensive about our decision to have a small party in her honor when she comes. Of course, I feel that way about every party. Parties can swing in the wrong direction very easily without some delicate care. My birthday party would have likely ended on a horrible note had I not taken one for the team at my own party and dealt with Patrick's psychosis myself (with Dan's help) half the night while everyone else carried on and kept having a good time. This is going to be a smaller party with a more exclusive guestlist and a more mellow vibe, so I'm not anticipating anything like the Patrick incident (which I'd kind of had a feeling would happen when Patrick accepted the invitation...I really should have listened to my gut and uninvited him). I just want to make sure she'd not overwhelmed, while still making it something she'll always remember. That's going to be a hard balance to strike and since I'm going to err on the side of caution I'm not going to be too hard on myself if it ends up being less thrilling than we'd like. The main point is just for Brenda to meet some of the people we hang with. I just hope a dozen days is enough time to round up a good crowd.