to love and be loved in return
I'm at my uncle's house in Maryland, and I just looked down at my khakis. Blackberry juice. A big ol' splotch of it. I enjoy fragments. And being accident prone.
"You know, I'm sure a lot of people are interested in YOUR PANTS" - my cousin Spence
I love these khakis. SHIT.
This is comparable to the incident at the Linden Boys house when I was wearing Karin's shirt and did the same thing. Cept I was drunk, straight flipped out, and put like half a bottle of stain-off goo on myself. And then I lost one of Lisa's earrings.
The next night I ripped my polo on a pool table.
Once again, SHIT.
This weekend has been marvelous. Yesterday I spent the better part of the day ripping apart Georgetown. I did some damage and befriended the saxophonist outside of JCrew.
I really wanted to spend half of the day shopping and then later on swing over to the National Gallery. Dad, Laura and I only got through half of it last Thanksgiving. But time got away from me, as it always seems to.
I feel superficial and silly. Who goes to DC and spends their one free day shopping?
I did get a lot of clothes. And more underwear. Ah well.
Last night we got a private room at some French place called La Bergerie. I think I could die happy if I got a great French meal before doing so. Escargot, Norwegian salmon, and creme brulee. Hallelujah. I felt like Amelie when I cracked the top of my creme brulee.
My aunts fawned all over me, a bunch of people gave speeches, and I got teary a few times. The waiters kept trying to pour me wine, but every time I got a nasty look across the table from my mother.
We eventually spent over $400 on wine. Soo...
Oh, on that note. My great-grandma has now started hanging out at biker bars. The alcoholic one who gambles and is immortal. Great. Like life could get any weirder, right?
Today we took a gigantic yacht down the Potomac. My grandparents renewed their vows and I openly wept. I was a mess. Then I had a bit too much champagne and fell asleep sprawled across a couch in a string bikini.
Only me, as my mother says.
Now we're at my Uncle Dan's house, and I'm sitting here in his little lair staring at a gigantic Mac. I am surrounded with people who love me, and whom I love. At certain moments I am almost positive that I'm about to burst. It's too much for a sap like me.
Our first night here we all met at Tom & Diane's (my step-mom's mother and step-father, and where we are staying) for dinner. I just sat there and watched people. I watched the way my aunts move and how they smile, how my Uncle Dan's face lights up when he talks about Ann Arbor, how my grandma blushes, how Jimmy deals with younger children...
Sometimes I wonder how it would be to clone myself, and then sit back and watch. And I guess that's the closest I'll ever get. I sat back and watched my blood moving and mingling, and it almost brought me to tears.
I have been blessed. I really have been.
Ok, well, time to go spend time with these incredible people. Comin' home tomorrow.
I miss the hours we spend together. I really, really do. It's like I'm not complete without your words...
"We just belong in Ann Arbor. And then we all move to San Fransisco. Just what you do when you're a Patterson."
-Uncle Dan
"You know, I'm sure a lot of people are interested in YOUR PANTS" - my cousin Spence
I love these khakis. SHIT.
This is comparable to the incident at the Linden Boys house when I was wearing Karin's shirt and did the same thing. Cept I was drunk, straight flipped out, and put like half a bottle of stain-off goo on myself. And then I lost one of Lisa's earrings.
The next night I ripped my polo on a pool table.
Once again, SHIT.
This weekend has been marvelous. Yesterday I spent the better part of the day ripping apart Georgetown. I did some damage and befriended the saxophonist outside of JCrew.
I really wanted to spend half of the day shopping and then later on swing over to the National Gallery. Dad, Laura and I only got through half of it last Thanksgiving. But time got away from me, as it always seems to.
I feel superficial and silly. Who goes to DC and spends their one free day shopping?
I did get a lot of clothes. And more underwear. Ah well.
Last night we got a private room at some French place called La Bergerie. I think I could die happy if I got a great French meal before doing so. Escargot, Norwegian salmon, and creme brulee. Hallelujah. I felt like Amelie when I cracked the top of my creme brulee.
My aunts fawned all over me, a bunch of people gave speeches, and I got teary a few times. The waiters kept trying to pour me wine, but every time I got a nasty look across the table from my mother.
We eventually spent over $400 on wine. Soo...
Oh, on that note. My great-grandma has now started hanging out at biker bars. The alcoholic one who gambles and is immortal. Great. Like life could get any weirder, right?
Today we took a gigantic yacht down the Potomac. My grandparents renewed their vows and I openly wept. I was a mess. Then I had a bit too much champagne and fell asleep sprawled across a couch in a string bikini.
Only me, as my mother says.
Now we're at my Uncle Dan's house, and I'm sitting here in his little lair staring at a gigantic Mac. I am surrounded with people who love me, and whom I love. At certain moments I am almost positive that I'm about to burst. It's too much for a sap like me.
Our first night here we all met at Tom & Diane's (my step-mom's mother and step-father, and where we are staying) for dinner. I just sat there and watched people. I watched the way my aunts move and how they smile, how my Uncle Dan's face lights up when he talks about Ann Arbor, how my grandma blushes, how Jimmy deals with younger children...
Sometimes I wonder how it would be to clone myself, and then sit back and watch. And I guess that's the closest I'll ever get. I sat back and watched my blood moving and mingling, and it almost brought me to tears.
I have been blessed. I really have been.
Ok, well, time to go spend time with these incredible people. Comin' home tomorrow.
I miss the hours we spend together. I really, really do. It's like I'm not complete without your words...
"We just belong in Ann Arbor. And then we all move to San Fransisco. Just what you do when you're a Patterson."
-Uncle Dan