you don't need a sommelier when you're drinking pabst

[_vendetta]

sometimes a house can smell so much like a house you used to know that you just can't take it any more; no matter how many people are smoking and you've got to leave or else.

and that sucks because you missed the s'mores.

Comments

Sad face.

[yddrd]

You seem to have a touch of sadnosity. Je suis desole, mon amie.

love

in an operetta.

[yddrd]

riley.

new york city has me enthralled.
in a very fritz lang sort of way.
i do suppose this place isn't as scary as i thought.

two days at the metropolitan museum of art spent with dull pencil to crisp paper and words in foreign languages spilling forth to instruct french tourists this way and that. central park left me un-mugged and smiling with mulberries in mouth.

i saw rent with my dad the other night. and when i cried as angel walked off stage, in a long white sheet, i thought of our hysteria in eighth grade merely walking into the theater. upstaging everyone from mr. casagrade to seasoned broadway stars.

montreal is calling. nate, his sister sarah[who is wonderful], and myself are headed up there after family vacation. two weeks. come with us. fly to boston, drive to montreal, get franco-fied.

telephone.
xoxosarah

Re: in an operetta.

[yddrd]

Mr Casagrande mentioned you two when I walked in with a Rent soundtrack one day. He was like "they were crazy." and i looked at him with my best maniacal gleam and said "you say that like you think i'm the least bit sane." He kind of wandered off mumbling to himself in a frantic attempt not to engage my attentions anymore.

~love

pish posh.

[yddrd]

that casagrande, always so awkward in the social settings.
are his movements still affected with the caffeine-induced quivers?
is his head still exposed to uv rays with a flesh-hued sheen?
does he still laugh harder at his own jokes than is reasonable?

glad to know we spawned a legacy.
xosarah

Re: pish posh.

[yddrd]

Yeah!!! He kind of wheezes. And jerks about. And he left those SPOTS ON THE BOARD. I wanted to strangle him mid-held-in-coffee-belch and wipe the board with his bald, 5 oclock shadowing scalp.

Do you remember how he would grab himself before he would sit down? It always struck me as odd.