i'm not going to make this perfect-there is no perfect anyway. except today, today was perfect. we went to a party, and it was really fun. my mom made tamales, and bands played all day.

the kids i knew when i was little, or three years ago; we stood on the porch, and danced. we sang too loudly. bumped hips.

and then we put on lipstick and kissed each other, so that i felt like a pimp with big red kiss marks on my checks. and then we took photo's to put on facebook, because that is of our generation.

then clyde played, and i love clyde. clyde sounded better then ever before.

and then the song about looking at the sky and feeling little, and i layed out on the grass, and the bats were coming out. i felt tinny out under the sky, and the beautiful green of the trees.

i got a ride back with some old people (mid 40's) and talked about this american life and story telling. my fall back topic.

finally, cold tamales and avocado, and a talk about gender, and gender dynamics, and blah blah blah. but no, really, it was interesting.