Today was the best one yet. Had the funniest dream (at the very end, I’d pee’d so long that there was a line around the block when I left the single-urinal bathroom; went pee for a really long time when I woke up), had two breakfasts, won two games of croquet (on my own and on a team), watched Throw Mama From The Train during “down time,” took a little nap, ate blue cheese on Gala apple slices, rode the gondola up a couple thousand feet and saw all kinds of canyons and all kinds of body types attending a wedding, smelled so much chocolate mint (squished in my fingers) that I sneezed more than normal (and normal’s plenty of sneezes (Sneeze!)), tasted tequila, ate two fish tacos, made shortbread with my mom, and, finally, watched a home video of a Goettle-kids ski trip from late February 1994. I haven’t laughed as hard as I laughed watching the last thirty minutes of that video in I can’t tell you how long. (Maybe Easter 2009? Do you 778ers remember that? I’ve got my own home video as proof of that insanity.) Unfortunately, watching that video involved a lot of laughing at my mom—as she played goof to my aunt and uncle’s ski pro steeze—but in the video she’s having such a fun time that though she was quiet on the couch, mostly, it felt like we were all laughing together. Aunt Dana said, “I thought I was gonna puke I was laughing so much that day.” And: “That was one of the most fun days of my life. (On skis.)” My mom appreciated both; so did I. It was nice to see her smile so much, especially as I understand how February 1994 must have been in her head and heart spaces. Or, how I can project given what I know now. I’m sure I was simply eating cheeseburgers and fries with my dad, probably watching Goodfellas or some other Scorsese, and I don’t think I’m out of bounds saying we probably didn’t have as much fun.
GO OUTSIDE ALREADY
