L said it is a Southern thing that I cannot tell a story without digressing but Eudora Welty said Southerners live their narratives and that’s what I am trying to tell him – it’s all about the details. So when he said have you heard from? and I said well and then digressed. <\/p>\n
The Falling Dangermonds were on display again yesterday – S said he fell several times on the float and I fell yesterday pre-cocktails while running – my knee is skinned close to where last Mardi Gras’ scar is – and so some things never change. <\/p>\n
Yesterday the plan was to wait for the night parades, but L was starting to hedge and N and S both called to say the crowds were nuts already for the day parades so I got itchy and when mom and S cancelled lunch I went on to the parades. Met all the peeps at the corner of Perrrier and Napoleon and P came over to meet us and the parades were fun fun fun. Jello shots from the Milan, lots of beads, and everyone in costume. At one point S turned to me and said I should kill you – I laughed. We were at the Milan during one of the breaks and we met a 6’10” basketball player and his friends who decided to join us at the table – one of them asked S if I was his girlfriend and S said no, my ex-wife, and he said how could you leave her and S looked at me and said I am going to choke you. And so it is.<\/p>\n
Bacchus was awesome – the Baccagator as big as ever – but I could not accomodate one more bead around my neck – and finally backed away from the front lines to observe the spectacle from afar. N’s daughter-in-law B is cute as a bug with her big lip earrings. D&B kept texting but we never saw them as the crowds grew denser. At one point S and I walked towards N’s corner to give him jello shots but he wasn’t there and so we distributed them to the gratefully unknown. <\/p>\n
Meanwhile, S came home and ended up spending the night here after he fell asleep on the couch – and I dreamt of marathons and angels and woke with a longing to get back to the ease of making plans for marathons and for the casualness of dropping by. Yesterday, S walked over to N’s to use the bathroom and I said snatch W up for me and give him a kiss but S said W was busy having fun and barely noticed him – he said he kissed N bye. And all of these absences make my entire body and mind ache like something has been ripped from within leaving gashing wounds behind. <\/p>\n
PRETTY GIRLS MAKE GRAVES LYRICS<\/p>\n
“A Certain Cemetery”<\/p>\n
What do you do when your angels
\nHave all flown away?
\nThere’s an ache through my body
\nThat just won’t go away<\/p>\n
Here’s a picture that we took last fall
\nSee there you haven’t aged at all
\nBut you, have a smile I haven’t seen around
\nLately you’re as dark as this town
\nAnd I know it seems like nothing changes
\nDays go by and we just age
\nWell, killing time can feel so right
\nIn your bedroom without the lights
\nLet’s get old together
\nMake promises and lie but never
\nLet this city get the best of us
\nGrow apart from the things we love<\/p>\n
Make a wish with a coin in a fountain
\nThey pound the floor when they say we’re
\nMaking too much noise in the apartment below
\nWe’ve got no morning jobs to go to
\nLate night dreams and a whole lot of wishing
\nAll the secrets that we’re not telling
\nCities sometimes just blend together and it feels we’ve
\nBeen away forever
\nWe should really only have one care
\nTo get back to the room that we both share<\/p>\n
So whisper and tell me where I went wrong
\nTell me why everything around you lost its shine
\nWhy nothing glows
\nTell me why you’re waiting, or what you’re waiting for
\nNever seen when opportunity is at your door
\nLet’s get out of this mess
\nNo one will even know we left
\nNo use on dwelling on the thing you’ll soon forget<\/p>\n
When this is over, it’s alright<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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