September 2009
2 posts
Manicure
I had my nails painted at the salon today, and talked to the young girls. They had airbrushed nails, and in my mind, I had fake nails too. My boyfriend also picked me up - and it was my mother who might get mad at me for deciding on black.
Later, my varnish choice seemed to go over well with the girls in the elevator. The one in the yellow asked me how my night was and the other told me she...
August 2009
2 posts
I love August.
I do love summer. I do. I even miss the summer I worked in the bathing suit shop — next to 7-Eleven — the dressing rooms had florescent lighting and my twenty-one-year-old boss was pregnant. She threw up once. I asked her if she could still have sex. I was nineteen. We sent Santa Monica wives on their Hawaiian vacations and competed to win a personalized terry-cloth hoodie. I won. I...
July 2009
5 posts
Woodstock
I finally made it to Woodstock, New York. I say finally, but I mean eventually. Carrying suitcases packed full of designer clothes, thinking more about advertisers and my grandmothers 80th birthday than nakedness and love, I packed and unpacked cars. I dressed and undressed models. I talked to a cross-eyed man who was 16 years old when Jimi Hendrix played 70 miles down the road in the rain....
Horseplay
Laughing and listening to country on my unmade bed, on youtube, wearing a bolo tie he played on stage then, he played again.
This time I was there with my dad, we drank scotch, I drove home. The Whiskey on Sunset. I listened to the same stories, and wanted to hear them again.
