I'm packing. It's late. I have to get up very early because that's how my family books flights. Stopovers galore.
Anyway, I'm choosing the most colorful socks that I have, and I'm sifting through t-shirts.
T-shirts are easily the most important part of my wardrobe because they cover up my ridiculous shoulder hair.
Okay, so I'm trying to decide on t-shirts, and I pass by Pia. Very special shirt for me. She's been through thick and thin with me, this shirt. She has survived a thousand washes.
She's also the only t-shirt I own which I refer to by gender.
"Where's Pia?"
"She's in the dryer."
And so on.
I glance at her, and decide to pass her over because I should bring along some new shirts instead.
Then, I think to myself, "Brother's wedding, family event, Pia has to be there."
Then I say "You're goddamned right," to no one.
Then I pack the shirt that I just felt actual emotion for.
I think I need someone to dote affection on, or, at the very least, a pet...
I don't know if I've ever met Pia.
ReplyDeleteI also have no idea what you are talking about.
But I'll just comment on your private journal to show I've read and cared about what I read.
Unlike someone...
Have a great wedding trip :)
I hope you'll be back for my party.
Aw, I remember Pia. She's classy.
ReplyDeleteAlso - I'm reading your blog in my grandmother's backyard, moving locations every few minutes to maximize stolen wireless waves. Appreciate the commitment that requires. :]
Get a fancy dog that requires a lot of attention.
ReplyDeleteYou'll do well with a high maintenance dog, I can tell.
I remember Pia. I have a picture of you two together that night that a bunch of us got drunk in residence and slow danced with each other.
What a weird night.