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Waking up at 11 a.m.
Irish Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Peaches, Maple Syrup, and Kefir. Guayusa Tea.
Teaching afternoon lessons at Music Makers.
Toasted PB&J. Potato Chips. Honey Green Tea.
Tristan arrives in town to join in on the little reunion we got planned with Anthony, Josh, and friends later tonight. Him and I hop in the car and run some errands. Stopping by the Salvation Army Thrift Store and Guitar Center.
Then, meeting a guy off Craigslist to buy a pink mini Squier electric guitar and practice amp. Tristan and I didn’t realize we were walking right into an amateur car show. We look for the ’69 Camaro, white with black stripes.
Later, meeting with Charlie, the piano player at Bella Monte, to discuss possibly using his piano for a recital in December.
Tristan and I make it back home. All through the house not a creature was stirring and then, I hear the ruckus through the front door. Anthony is back in town for his birthday. He wanted to gather everyone for a reunion. And so we take a trip back in the past when things were quote unquote LIVE, a time when nothing was sacred in Kevin’s room (or maybe it still isn’t), a time when rules didn’t apply (or maybe they still don’t). Either way we’ve all grown up but the youthful spirits still hang on.
I cook up a big pot of Brown Rice Quinoa Spaghetti for myself and anyone.
Later on, we all corral at our favorite dive bar, The Office. Almost the whole gang: Anthony, Josh, Will, Tristan, James, Allyson, Aj, Melissa, Jessa Potter. Cynthia and Ana join up after I down a few Whiskey Sours. Anthony marches around in his new black and white Chuck Taylors of which he receives a new pair of every birthday by his parents. Good times. Good tunes on the jukebox.
Somehow we make it over to Mermaids, not sure why.
The late hour is upon me. I’m in my room now before the rest of them arrive home.
[i] Images by me.
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