Tonight was the last movie in the park of the season. Kind of sad in a way, as it's pretty much a marker for the end of summer and all things enjoyable like tank tops and rolled cuffs and picnics and wine mixed with coke (Laura says they drink it all the time in Mexico).
The movie was "The Sound of Music", which, despite the fact I find it kind of boring towards the end and which also contains lots of weird Catholic undertones, I was still embarrassingly excited to sing along to. The lawn was speckled with leiderhosen-clad herdsmen (not real) and Nuns (totally real). For about three hours I forgot about the shit-storm swirling around me and really focused on remembering the words to "Something Good". Also, it was realllly funny to hear everyone boo and hiss when the Nazi-dudes came on screen.
The ride home on the bus was strange-the #56 Milwaukee goes through some pretty dark, deserted areas and it's weird to have a bus full of people tool along the empty streets like a ghost train or light beam or something. Funny how you can feel alone even when you're squished in between an old lady and a really fat dude and dozens of other people. I try not to let it show too much, even though I'm just surrounded by strangers.
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oh sweetie! how poetic! maybe you should become a writer.
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