Invitation only, grand farewells
Crash the best one, of the best ones
Clear liquor and cloudy eyed, too early to say goodnight
I watch you spin around in your highest heels
You are the best one, of the best ones
(lyrics from Stolen by Dashboard Confessional)
Scarf tied at my sister’s suggestion, earrings made by Colsy, shirt a gift from Sam. And it feels so me.
I can promise you three comforting things. I will always love you. I will always be here if you need me. I will never look younger than you.
Maybe it’s the sparkly sidewalks. Maybe it’s the cool breezes. There’s a pretty good chance it’s the people.
Bug and Buckman and I will be road-tripping up in a few weeks, for nine whole lovely unhurried days.
I will be celebrating Rose’s birthday with her, at a lodge on top of Mt. Tam, under the full moon. I’ll be celebrating the engagement of Zia and Lele at a shower thrown by their families. (Remind me to tell you the story of Lele’s proposal, as related to me by Zia. It will include the words “shaman” and “Mexico City.”) And in between these two events, I’ll be prowling the city with my camera, and maybe prowling on Rose’s roof again with Little Nick.
Beaches and ferries and bookshops, oh my!
It’s one of those nights where everyone is asking.
It’s one of those nights where answering feels like bragging.
….. women are evolving to become more beautiful over time.
Here, they explain the how and the why.
But I mean, I could have told you that. I don’t know any un-beautiful women. I checked.
My sister is prettier than your sister. I don’t mind saying it.
Photos by Jeremy Delizo
And the odds are slim that yours has a better laugh.