Dear Ella

I have my cheerful disposition on right now. Thanks for the blog entry (it was funny) and thanks for having us over today. It has cured my blues temporarily.

What a queer day this has been... I wake up drunk, putter around the house at 5 a.m. consuming tangerines, pacing around, trying to rid myself of my hangover - I eventually crawl back into bed with the BF. I awake with a start only a mere two hours later to the sound of my phone vibrating angrily. fuck me. must take BF to airport. So, I trooped on, splashed some water on the face and unwillingly took the BF to the airport. I use the word 'unwillingly' because I was more than happy to keep driving and take him hostage for a week.

Cherlaine and I putter around some more, wondering what to do. We eventually decide to go to Ella/Ben because they were making paper. I don't remember why, but they were making paper. Something to do with art. (I'm kidding, I know why.)

We dick around with Ella/Ben. I watch Ben/Ella/Cherlaine do impromptu epic jam session in the sunshine. We then get thai food. social interaction - it's a funny thing. it only really works when you like the people that are around you.

Cherlaine/Carolyn leave for Wayward Home. We put on loud ostentatious fist-pumping music as background noise as we cleaned up the couch/living room area. The living room looks very college - we dig it. (You'd like it very much, Sarah.)

Cherlaine/Carolyn then decide to smoke a bowl. Then we did something silly and made music together. Cherlaine Guitar. Carolyn Dulcimer. We both took turns with tambourine. It sounds sloppy and uncoordinated - and most definitely out of tune - but towards the middle we felt sound move in our body and if you listen to it without judgment - it doesn't sound too bad. We just need to practice more (it's been a while since I've played anything) - get Aubrey to do some vocals, add in a harmonica, etc etc. Hella baked though.

We have a love/hate thing with this. Feedback would be nice. (Note, it gets progressively better after I shout a hearty ' fuck me'):

CRAP - Carolyn & Cherlaine



We ended the night watching the Last Samurai and had a few laughs.




Overall, a nice day. It reminded me of summer.