Last Friday in Boston, at the Texas Road House, between my dad and 97-year-old grandmother
posted by Halley @ 2:05 PM
"I always had trouble distinguishing between what happened and what merely might have happened, but I remain unconvinced that the distinction, for my purposes, matters." -Joan Didion
I am won over with offers of: (1) plane tickets, theatre tickets, concert tickets for anything folky; (2) late start times, obsolete alarm clocks, afternoon brunch; (3) charming personal anecdotes, a good bullshit story, choosing one’s own adventure; (4) pickles, multiple forms of the potato, every form of chocolate; (5) and dogs. All of them.
2 Comments:
lol, way to go grandma!
waaaiiiit....you were in boston...and you didn't come visit...i'm shocked...oh and i want to be just like your grandma when i grow up...
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