The Battlefield Where the Girls Say I Love You



That's just the thing: we will never tell you we love you. In fact, we're here only to hold hands across state lines and yell at the world. We're here to try to touch you across this chasm of flown things. Not even that. At most, I will teach you how to make a gin smoothie when there's nothing left in the house. Hannah can teach you several languages and what to do when your car breaks up with you. Thanks for coming out.

Sunday, May 4, 2008

field tripping: dacusville

this is the possible jacket shot for when g. singleton and i put out our self help book.
the senior cook-out. moe's. reminded me of a babysitter's club meeting. i, while not in the picture, am clearly claudia. and celeste is kristy. and cody is stacey. obvi. and somewhere, in another room, jessica and elizabeth and lila are pulling their hair into ponytails somewhere in sweet valley.
while some of you might have been playing badminton in dacusville beside a yellow school bus at 6 pm on sunday, i doubt it. suckers.
ash. me.
s'mores. these took about an hour, considering we had no coat hangers and the kids were sort of shoving their own limbs into the fire.

3 comments:

stevie.lynne.kohler@gmail.com said...

the picture of you and george: perfect.

hannah said...

agree. it totally captures the smart-assedness of them both.

Anonymous said...

i hear bruce patton reads your blog.