09.26.01 :: 9:50 am
And. All the proceeds of last night's ticket sales went to the relief fund for the WTC disaster.
Also. My Boy snuck in some Jack Daniels and about halfway through, I was giggling along to the puerile antics like I was 18.
These 3 things made it worthwhile.
This morning, I had a really weird dream about going to pick up a rescued dog from this old couple's house in West Bumblefuck, and when I get there after having spent $100 in cab fare, the old woman says "The dog's staying with us." And she slams the door in my face. I had to walk home. It took me two days.
This can only mean that I'm feeling guilty about not volunteering at the animal shelter last weekend. I will do it this Sunday, I promise. Really, I swear.
After the movie, My Boy and I went home and put all the tealights I had around the apartment into a plastic bag, took them to Hamilton Park, and re-lit all the candles that had gone out in the memorial. It was nice.
Today, I'm going to buy a bunch of Mexican prayer candles and add them to the growing bunch. It's a really awesome sight. Candles embedded in inches and inches of melted wax, dried flowers and leaves. Gorgeous.
Today I pretend to act normal while shuttling artwork between floors.