| holy smokes, batman, i made a bundt cake!
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| thursday:
left work at 11, headed to versailles and sloan. donned "jesus," and
"etc." t-shirts i made and drove to louisville. ate at shalimar. nav
ratan korma, peas pulao, and kulfi. wilco concert (see above).
friday:
slept all day. learned how to ride a bike. rode said bike around sloan's neighboorhood. rented "saved,"
in good company," and "kinsey."
saturday:
slept more. went to kentucky river to fish and swim. bait shop was
closed. signs said "no fishing" and "no swimming." drove around trying
to find three chimneys, ended up in franklin county and then at 64.
finally got home. made cookies (watched). dressed up (skirt, makeup,
wow). sloan looked dashing and grown-up. ate at merrick inn (even
valet-parked). heard elton john's "your song," string version. fried
banana peppers, salmon with dill hollandaise, creamed spinach, and the
best salad i've ever had. elegant. went to saturday night jive to see
the trendelles? old people dancing. walked around downtown lexington,
sat on a park bench planning our future. had coffee and cocoa at common
grounds. man singing with guitar; heard elton john's "your song,"
grover mellineaux version. found ourselves in the middle of an indian
wedding procession. took horse-drawn carriage ride of downtown
lexington, transy area. night lights. love. kissing at the top of a
parking garage. midnight showing of napoleon dynamite at the kentucky.
fell asleep (still at theatre). drove home. fell asleep.
sunday:
slept all day. roberts family kroger trip. interesting. made pizzas
with emily. discovered superiority of sam adams. watched movies? i
think. slept.
monday:
was going to run bluegrass 10k with papa roberts. sloan chickened out.
slept all day. county park for lexington philharmonic and blind
patriotism. ice cream, kettle popcorn. breezy. found a tree off the
beaten path that just suited our blanket. darkness, fireworks. love.
sprinted to car; tried to beat rush of traffic. ran into (literally)
some people sloan knew. to will's for treehouse, bonfire, more
fireworks. rickety boards and illegal explosives. fun. came back to
sloan's smelling like three kinds of smoke. slept.
today:
woke up to a kiss on the cheek. fell back to sleep (two hours too
long). packed in a hurry, drove off with PB&J thanks to mama
roberts. drove and drove and drove and drove. npr. now at work. the end. |
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okay, so sloan and i saw wilco yesterday.
in the last show of their tour.
from the 5th row.
they played jesus, etc.
jeff tweedy cried.
i cried.
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also of note: i saw justin, allison, and rachel; my morning jacket opened; there were a lot of drunk middle-aged women; and the encore was six songs long.
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piss motherfuck! sandra day o'connor retired! why not william rehnquist? ughhhh.
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