...You poured one more highball but I had to go before my poor heart overflowed...
June 20, 2003 | 8:34 a.m.

Today my mom and I are going to the party store (I'm pretty sure that's the name of the store. If it is, insert capitalization). We're shopping for decorations for mine and Kris's graduation party which she is making us. (That sentence contained some wonderful grammar.) This party can go either ways. It will be fun because the parties our mom throws are always fun. But every single one of our relatives are coming. On top of all our neighbours and all of our mom and dad's coworkers, and our friends. I think the estimated guest list is 60. Mostly adults. Mostly relations. And you know what that means: people getting drunk and not sleeping all night and then walking down the streets of Russell looking for the restaurant that was torn down last year. This actually happened. Becky and I were on our way to church. It was slightly embarrassing.

After party store shopping I have to go to an eye appointment. That also means that I get new glasses. New glasses are the price you have to pay to sit through your appoinment with the very strange but young eye doctor. He talks really softly as if trying to seduce you.

...pulled along :: pulled apart...