Six Snaps, Son

Tons of highs and lows this weekend. What else is new. My manic-depressive life, woo. Things are winding down. It’s raining and the sound is calming. But then Chooch comes barreling into the room and my nerves are poppin’ off again.  Ah, such Sunday.   

My favorite part of Saturday was when Chooch strode into my room while Xiu Xiu’s “I Love the Valley Oh!” was playing, and without skipping a beat, he said, “Ooh, Xiu Xiu!” And then sang the “la la la la la lalala” part. 

“Are they going to come here soon?” he asked. “Because I have to see them.” My heart sang! I’ve only seen Xiu Xiu once, in Kentucky in 2008, and it was one of the scariest, most bone-chillingest shows I’ve ever seen.  I will never forget the first time I heard Clowne Towne in 2004; I had the best nightmares. 

Two Xiu Xiu fans under one roof. This etched more frown lines in Henry’s brow. 

 :(   

We went to Waggener’s Country Kitchen (???? I’ve been there three times and just don’t know) with Blake and his girlfriend Hailey last night for dinner and Chooch’s comedy act was on point. Which is to say, I have no idea how he didn’t get us kicked out. He was so sassy to the waitress too and I silently prayed she wouldn’t have the cook spit in our food. 

Spit or not no spit, my grilled cheese was perf. 

“You always get grilled cheese,” Blake laughed. 

Yeah, because it’s the best! One day I’ll finally get that tattoo that my pal Sarah drew up for me. One day. Sigh…

Also, if Hailey ever comes to hang out with us again, I will be super shocked. I hope we didn’t scare her off because we like her!

  

  
Shit got rowdy. 

 We spent most of the day working on phase 1 of this year’s Easter portraits. And I hope you read that as: “We held butcher knives to each other’s throats and screamed about how much we fucking hate each other.”

We’re ok now. But I think this house is definitely on its way to being haunted. 

One upside of the day though was this morning when Henry actually sat down and watched CNN with me and for the first time in 15 years, we found ourselves politically aligned. Thanks, Donald Trump. Vehemently disagreeing with you has brought Henry and me closer together!

And now, The Walking Dead, where we get to watch other people being violent.