01 July 2006
(me and nancy, summer of 1997, six flags, st. louis)
we had lunch together yesterday, me and my best friend nancy (aka nance, nancila). this was one of the perks waiting for me on the other side of that uncomfortable (and I'm being kind) ten-hour road trip I made with two young children, two small dogs and two parents about a week ago. and sitting there with her, eating and talking (holy smokes with all the talking), I could not drink it all in fast enough. such a luxury and I giggle when I use the word 'luxury' because images of zaftig ruby-lipped women wrapped in mammoth-sized feather boas always come to mind. but this lunch together, this is what it was-- a luxury. to walk and talk and eat together, to be sitting across the table from her and laugh together, such a luxury.
so much I want to say about this photobooth strip but tonight, I am so tired. I want to talk about how spectacular that week was, both of us glowing and fresh from the taking on of some monumental life challenges-- nancy had just come home from three months of social work practicum in india and I'd just finished my first summer at the american dance festival. we decided to celebrate by riding roller coasters. there was also the eager consumption of succulent indian food and an infamous midnight showing of 'purple rain' at the tivoli theatre. there was us trying on all the goodies nancy brought back from india-- bindis and toe rings and heavy silver anklets that jangled with each step and a gorgeous (custom made to fit me!) red silk sari. and there was me repeatedly applying canned whipped cream to my fingertips and licking it off (this would serve as the week's theme). and there was also us in this photobooth and then there was a topless me in the booth (OH YES I DID) with nancy egging me on and acting as the lookout. the location of that particular strip is absolutely classified and quite possibly one of the most inspired gifts I've ever given to lo-verrrrrrrrrr boy.
oh, that week. I knew it was good, I knew it would be one for the books. in the middle of it all, I willed myself to remember how delicious it felt-- to be on top of the world like that. it was a time like no other and I have the photobooth strips to prove it. naturally.
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