we were walking on the sidewalk in between trees and a park and it was warm. sweet peppers warm. we all had a mild case of summer itchies but it was just under our top layer epidermis, otherwise we would have rolled down that steep grassy hill on that saturday evening. freshly washed hair, smooth skin, lotion on our bellies and hips.the sun was setting as we crossed kitty litter park and walked into the press club and the sunset beat us across the back.
so remember? marc's friend from ages ago had a wedding on saturday and he invited everyone to the press club for the reception. turns out his friend, dan, married that lady who owned the little thrift shop next to the 7-11 on central and university. it closed down last year though.
it was all last minute so marc, si and i dug under our dirty laundry piles for acceptable wedding attire. suit jackets with sloppy shirts, summer dress with flip flops, button up with piss stains.
yay! the patio was perfect and a dj eating sourdough and drinking vodka tonics spun terrible electronica infused oldies. we all kind of lazed about the benches under the stars waiting for phone calls. next saturday we should go back to the press club for free patio lazy nights.
here's the couple. oh yea, also we ate twenty mozzarella cheese slice thingys. it was covered in slime and yum yum and then marc bumped into his friend, rocky who once worked for the bluehers as their landscaper. now he's part owner to a gallery in town. he had good stories about abi, ma and pa blueher, they were sweet and treated him like family while bill would give him shifty eyesssss.
goodbye pot filled stairway. i'm sure we'll see you again soon.bleck. this post is uninspired.
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