fishnets, forever.

i would like to stay twenty-six forever. and poor. and single.

so, my friends are so talented it’s disastrous. let me highlight that nick (www.nickabrams.com) and erin (www.quillandsqualor.blogspot.com) deserve particular celebration right now.

nick had a show in OB tonight. i haven’t spent much time in OB. my brother grew up there – he and my mom lived on coronado avenue while he was little. okay, and, if my mom has her way, she’ll be living back in the same place in a month or so.

the hodge-podge gallery was great. i know what the kid’s capable of, and his stuff was fantastic, as i expected. loved having lots of our friends together. adored playing shuffleboard in an alluring way. liked wandering the streets of ocean beach. let me tell you, though, if you want to see the little beach community, you should wear shoes. I had to take mine off – my cougar boots – because as cute as they are, they’re not made for walking. so as we headed to his truck, i took advantage of the first bus bench i could to de-boot, and proceeded to walk in my fishnets. this required me to keep my eyes on the ground to avoid the really gravelly parts of the asphalt. i didn’t get to see much. but the boys told amazing stories and horrible jokes as we walked, and i loved knowing that no one was worried about me. loved hoping that maybe, the next time he grabbed my arm to lead me around something gross on the ground (“um, don’t step on that”), maybe he wouldn’t let go. and i simultaneously hoped he would. that nothing would change, and that everything can be the same as it is, forever.