documenting life

My hair was still doing its flip from the morning, the one it does when it senses that Good Things Are to Come, and I accented with my favorite vintage earrings. It was, after all, a special occassion. There were movie posters on the wall in Italian, the phrase "deep and abiding doom" repeated for maximum effect, and a few rounds of "tell me something I don't know" followed by its rousing cousin, "tell me ridiculous lies." There's a new joke about ponies. There were threats regarding people ending up thrown in the apartment pool. Consumption of the world's most amazing cheesecake was followed by a charming walk home and a smile that seems to imply I should keep my social calendar open.

Not bad, October. Way to make an entrance.