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Wednesday, July 06, 2005


I went to Chicago for the fourth of July. I suppose I had fun. The best part of it was seeing more of Alan. Dear sweet Alan, the light of my beady little eyes! The very thought of him taints my sighs with estrogen. Oh young love! We had our fill of each other. I miss him already.

His family welcomed Crazy Matt and I as extra children. I could not have asked for kinder hospitality. I also had the opportunity to meet Alan's extended family at a fourth of July barbeque at his aunt's house. Highlights: dancing to "Mr. Roboto" and "Du Hast," playing badmitten with Crazy Matt and one of Alan's younger cousins, eating a lot of corn bread (my fave), throwing napkins in the fire, answering many questions about my blue hair. Fun stuff.

Alas, Alan and I didn't get to see the Umphrey's Magee concert we'd been anticipating. It rained on the day of the event. Alan, fearing that his wheelchair would get stuck in the mud, decided to stay home. Noble creature that I am, I stayed home with him to keep him company.

Later, we found out that the venue had not been muddy at all. Yet none of Alan's friends had thought to call him and bid him to come out. Some pals, eh? The proposed After-Party was a bust, too. Everyone was too drunk to socialize.

Alan is gone, but I can still smell him on my hairbrush. I still taste him under my fingernails. He's stuck under my eyelid and imprinted on the skin of my back. It will fade too soon.


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