The lamplight bouncing off the brick wall outside my den window, looking like a still frame from West Side Story. Sadie snoozing on a pile of sweaters. Being able to fit into my vintage Navy bellbottoms for the first time in four years. Faye Dunaway's hair in The Thomas Crown Affair, then walking through the National Portrait Gallery listening to Nina Simone in silent homage to the remake. Hearing about Kim's new job. Superbad and The Simpsons Movie within twenty-four hours of each other. Downloading tons of Neko Case, still drunk off her voice from Thursday's show. Playing with the macro setting on my new camera. Zucchini the size of a nightstick from the Mt. Pleasant farmer's market. My little boy's vest from a consignment shop in Austin. Crashing a stranger's birthday and agreeing to go on a date with a guy who lives on a houseboat. Oversleeping. Hiphop dance class. Feeling borderline guilty having dirty thoughts about Michael Cera, then finding out he's legal and therefore it's okay. Going to sleep with the windows open and the AC off for the first time in months.
All in all, not a bad weekend.