sunday morning prior to the rooster’s cock-a-doodle, the hunkiest and i were riding shotgun down the 101 highway for our annual thanksgiving trek up north. my favorite vacation ever, a tradition that goes back to my years in the single digits, our thanksgiving...
sunup with my boy. cinnamon on my coffee grounds. Â 27 hours without msnbc, and so far no vomiting, cold sweats, tears (public), or sleep difficulties. banking my sleep for the rest of the year. for one week, naps take on the intensity of an olympic trial. hh fancies...
well, we’re here. it took us 5.75hours. we stopped 3 times because i insisted on recreating some of the highlights of celine’s performance. specifically, the one-legged air guitar ending in a lifted point-flex, point-flex. the calabasas 76 station got the...
the car is packed. the playlists are complete. this evening, after my last class, the beasts, hh and i will depart for a 7 hour road trip. tonight begins my favorite week of the year. pebble beach. my entire family under one roof for 6 days. thursday we’ll feast...
