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12:37 p.m. Waking up. Tara’s beside me.
Me: “Are you tired anymore?”
Her: “Not really. Just being lazy.”
Me: “Do you remember what happened last night?
Her: “Haha. Yeah I came back here and you seduced me.”
Me: “Seduced you? Ha. I guess I did.”
...
We arise from the bed.
Me: “Are you horny right now?”
Her: “A little bit.”
Me: “Cause I am.”
And I instigate a quick sex scene.
Making French Toast for us. Drinking Milk and Orange Juice
to go along with it.
Cleaning up the downstairs and making repairs on the TV
tower. I’ve got all six up and running again.
Egg Sandwich with Mayonnaise and Tomato. Salt n Vinegar
Chips. Honey Oolong Tea.
Watching Meet Joe Black (1998).
The Show n Smell music troupe arrives...reigning from
Pennsylvania.
Barbecue Garlic Salmon with and Indian Side Dish and
Broccoli.
Shortly after, the kids arrive too. It’s a full house,
packed to the brim. We’ve reached capacity. Show n Smell performs a small set
of an experimental kind using mixers, keyboards, guitars, and drum loop
gadgets. Rusty’s band, Trust Fall plays next. Then, a group called Stereo Cult
goes on. And Playground Runaround. The Nerdlucks. And a yo-yo expert. Then,
comedy poetry. And so the night goes. The backyard is littered with
conversation and cigarettes. The house is full of wine and charm.
Through email Anthony requested I make an announcement
before he makes his grand arrival. So I speak into the microphone, “Please do
not come outside if you're an expectant mother, prone to epileptic seizures or
have a pre-existing heart condition. Also, don't come outside if you don't want
to get wet and sticky...that's what she said.” And so I gather all the kids out
front. We wait. People get scared. Some stay behind. And then we hear a car
stereo thumping something jovial and loud. A vehicle slowly rides through the
parking lot and we watch as roman candles and other fireworks of the like go
off shooting over the rooftops. Anthony, Skippy, and Josh jump out the car and toss
bucketfuls of candy and silly string everywhere. Our LIVE facilitator has
returned. My brother. Dean Moriarty.
Anthony. We exchange a firm and warm hug and the rest of the night’s
shenanigans continue...
Because of the fireworks and the noise in the neighborhood
we are greeted by a female police officer that lays down the law but is very
understanding. We’re left with a warning.
...
We gather a crowd and transfer the celebration to The
Friends School playground. Rope Swing. Monkey Bars. Acrobats. It’s late hours
recess and we are the children of the night.
Settling down from all the night’s madness.
A small bowl of Frosted Toast Crunch.
Sleep close after 4 a.m.
[i] All Show N
Tell images by me.
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