Monday, June 25, 2012
Why Don't I Just Make Myself Scarce For Awhile
Four days until we abandon our home to go live in a van down by the river.
Perhaps we will become river people, with tambourines and seitan. Perhaps we will braid our hair and dance barefoot.
It was 106 degrees here today and we don't have air conditioning. It's 9:30 pm and I'm just now coming back to life after collapsing, lifeless, around four. Just when I thought I couldn't live another minute, Mr. V made me cold shrimp po'boys with mango-kiwi salad and I was like new for at least ten minutes.
Time for packing. Time for vodka slush puppies. Time for Firefly on Netflix.
Bear with me while I'm scarce for awhile. I might not have wi-fi again until mid July. If I go four days without tweeting about alcohol, Indy, or Supernatural, call the police. No wait, call Jensen Ackles.
That is of dire import.
(tell him river people live by a sacred code, and that these margaritas aren't going to mix themselves.)