2003-03-02 || 12:12 p.m.

|| santa cruuuuuuuise ||

meowsy is all up on my business, making it rather difficult to type. nevermind that i could ask her to move a bit. she is that kind of lady. and she has her arms straight and folded ever so dainty-like right between my ample bosom, so who am i to wreck a postcard image like that?

adventure in santa cruz. the loveliest weather and spying on dreamboat number one on the porch of the coffee house ('he has a chin strap beard!' 'but chin strap plus button down shirt equals okay!' 'he looks like abraham lincoln!' 'but i love abraham lincoln! he is the president i would most want to make sweet love to!') while drinking coffee drinks assembled by bewitching full-sleeved punk boy and record shops and the most celestially bestowed thrift shop full of all the things thrift shops should offer: one montgomery ward coat, one slide viewer circa 1962 that came with its own absolutely perfect slides of families and dads and granddaddies and a waitress in hawaii complete with pineapple, one double-breasted old lady robe with scalloped collar and small small daisies, and one righteous old paperback with the coooooolest picture of a nun on the cover and the title 'i leap over the wall.' sigh. and then wandering in warm weather and depositing our treasures in our car and enough late afternoon cocktails at the red room for us to transform into a force to be reckoned with back on the sidewalk, laughing and weaving and pushing passers-by out into the street. and then the show at the rio theater... yelling brian's coworker's name after every song, watching all the kids: santa cruz kids and fauxhawks and hardcore boys and older people hell-bent on watchin tortoise. smoking outside and getting all the sandals pointed out, going back in for tortoise and promptly falling into a post-vodka nap. do people ever love their tortoise. i don't get it a bit. sneaking out and driving home and listening to the hip hop station, commenting that becky's passenger seat is very pleasing in an em indecent bumpy ride in just the right spot type way, slowing down on seventh street and home.

ps. have you ever seen 'the happiness of the katakuris'? cra-a-a-a-a-a-a-azy.

crazy good.

confidential to owen: my apologies for having you splayed out on that picture up there. you look right hott, dawgedy.

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