novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- twelve i have to remember that hanging out with both of my parents at the same time requires a delicate check of my father's mood beforehand. filled with steak and beer, the three of us rumbled off to the movie ten minutes late, singing as badly as we could to songs on the radio. U2 was a given, play any of their older stuff and even i know all the words. mom hit the high notes and i remembered how my brother blurted, "you sound like buckwheat when you sing!" to her in 1989. dad even sang. dad even sang. we passed a new stone church on the way to the theater. it was bigger than many office buildings. mom glanced at the sign in front of it. "BFC? what does BFC stand for? Big Fucking Church?" this from the sunday goer. i couldn't stop laughing. he led us proudly into the packed theater and proceeded to talk through the entire movie. decided that the sith lord was really donald rumsfield.
well, i just have to remember the great parts that we have sometimes, even if they don't make up our whole relationship. 11:45 pm - 06.04.05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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