We’re back in Tucson now and I am glad. It was great to visit Boston and we saw tons of people. It even snowed, which made me so glad to be HERE this winter and not there.
Gordon ended up coming home with me, even though I probably should have left him in Boston. I keep threatening to ditch him, but I keep not doing it. I wonder what he has to do for me to finally follow through on my empty promises. What more does he have to do to me and our son before I say enough? I really don’t know, but I also know none of this is easy or simple and any decision I make is not a good one. I can choose shitty option a or shitty option b or even shitty option c. Lucky me!
Wilco is tomorrow and I am thrilled to DEATH. I wish Ry could come with me but I suppose a concert, no matter how small, is not the place for a three-month old infant. Yes that’s right, Ryland is three months today! HB, little guy.
Everyone in Boston adored him and rightly so. He really is too cute. His pictures don’t do him justice.
While in Boston I drove what is quite possibly the greatest car known to man. This may come as a surprise to some of you, as it did me. But the greatest car known to man is…the toyota camry. I am not kidding! Granted I’ve never driven anything fancier than say…a toyota camry, but I really loved that car. I always used to think camrys? how lame, wondering why it was the most stolen car in America. But now? I’m singing a different tune: camrys? oh I must have sex with this car. I kept trying to figure out a way to steal that rental car and make it mine without anyone noticing. But my genius lies not in criminal activities.
Anyway, it is good to be home. Now I need to start looking for a job. Or maybe a giant suitcase full of free money will fall on my car today and I’ll be rescued. Crazier things have happened.
- please come to boston.
- oh my sweet wilco.