Coordinator – “…. and lastly, don’t pick up any dead animals.”
Valancy Jane – “What if we don’t notice they’re dead until after we’ve picked them up?”
Coordinator – *looks at Bethany*
Bethany – *nods, rather seriously*
Coordinator – *blinks and moves on* “We ask that you look out especially for cigarette butts…..”
As some of you might know, my actual birthday falls on December 23rd, which is a ridiculous time of year to have a birthday. (You heard me, Jesus.) So I’ve done the sensible thing and rescheduled. This year it fell on Sept 25th. What day it falls on is subject entirely to my whim.
As you can see, I picked a good day.
Did you know that last Sat. was National Public Lands Day? And that all the national parks were free? And that there’s a national monument just a couple of miles from my apartment? And that they happened to be having a festival over the weekend?
Totally out of excuses for having never been there.
So Aurora and I went to see the Cabrillo National Monument, the site of the first European landing on the Pacific Coast of what would become the United States.
Last night was the last of the summer organ concerts. It went by so quickly. And I still giggle everytime I say “organ.”
Even the fat smelly man who tried to sit on me, poured soda in my picnic basket and pronounced the movie “so gay” couldn’t ruin it for me. The movie was The Cameraman, with Buster Keaton and Marceline Day.
I have a crush on Buster Keaton, and on Marceline Day’s entire wardrobe.
Buckman – “There are several small water droplets falling from the sky… the SKY! Where are the four horsemen, the trumpet… the masses are fleeing for their lives!”
Valancy Jane – “Blow up our water wings, and await my boat whistle.”
Buckman remarked at the coincidence of flying into San Diego just in time for the Gay Pride festival, but I explained that we just threw it together once we knew he was coming, that we organized the whole thing last minute just to welcome him.
If he asks you, that’s the story.
A pack of homosexuals and fauxmosexuals, otherwise known as my friends, drank and danced and picked up body glitter from assorted other revelers.
Josh Buckman – “So was thinking I just need to decompress for a month or two and just get away-”
Valancy Jane – “Buckman?”
Josh Buckman – “Hmmm?”
Valancy Jane – “Am ……. am I about to squeal really, really loud?”
Josh Buckman- ” ………… ”
Valancy Jane – “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”
I’m not sure you guys realize what this means. I’m not sure you can, unless you’ve spent a summer with this crazy/wonderful kid before. Which is why you mothers prolly don’t know yet to lock up your sons. AWESOME.
Tomorrow night, the Summer of Buckman II begins. Doesn’t that sound like a movie? It will prolly feel like one too.
…. is that in addition to the Sunday afternoon organ concerts, there are Monday night concerts as well. An easy stroll from my apartment, a little wine, a little cheese and bread, wonderful friends, it’s enough to make anyone love Mondays.
It always makes me think of cake. And crave frosting.
We snagged my favorite seats on the side.
My wifey and her boyfriend!
I bet you can guess which one of us did, and did not, enjoy the experimental piece.
Twinnie – “Yeah, that window is really stuck open.”
Valancy Jane – “Yeah.”
Twinnie – “What are you going to do now? Should we go find the maintanence guy?”
Valancy Jane – “Naw. It’s Southern California. We’ll worry about it in like ……. November.”