enola gay- omd (play it twice, ok? twice every hour), roxanne- the police, obscured- smashing pumpkins, honey hi- fleetwood mac (in fact, please play the whole “tusk” album), ego tripping at the gates of hell- the flaming lips, not too soon- throwing muses, things you said- sleater kinney, on earth- the sundays, any major dude will tell you- steeley dan, midnight ravers- bob marley, holly holy- neil diamond, razor love- neil young, straight on you- heart, moving out (anthony’s song)- billy joel, mirror in the bathroom- the clash, tainted love- soft cell, fuck and run- liz phair, don’t go back to rockville- r.e.m., the girl from ipanema- stan getz, your love is king- sade, satellite- guster, between the bars- elliott smith, age of consent- new order, golden & phone went west- my morning jacket, the funeral- band of horses (fitting, eh?), sparks- coldplay.
also, please have plenty of iced animal crackers, and pate with little cornichons and good mustard, and cool ranch doritos. for real food, have B cook up some of his wonderful stir fry with marinated skirt steak (“honey we got any meat marinatin’ round he-yah?”) and have my brother bring some fresh lobster and clams, and have my dad supply all the booze: billecart saumon rose champagne; vodka tonics, whatever wines suit his fancy. and B could also make noodles for long life, to celebrate my life and to celebrate yours.
i’m not that nervous about flying or anything, just taking a moment to write about what i love, what’s special to me, and reflect on the all the things that make me a lucky girl. it’s good to be alive, good to be all packed, good to know that i have a whole afternoon ahead of me to run errands, enjoy the sun, return some library books, buy some yogurt.
my father might kill me, though, so in that case, see you at my funeral. i don’t know, i think he’s stressed out about the upcoming trip. i leave tomorrow and he and his siblings leave wednesday. once i arrive, i need to get a phone card and call our contact in st. remy to let him know what time we’ll all arrive on thursday. there’s one minor glitch: dad and co. are getting directly onto the TGV from the airport and will arrive in avignon about an hour ahead of us, at 1:15 pm. cousin C and i arrive at 2:15 pm … at the avignon centre station, not the avignon TGV station. C and i aren’t taking the TGV, so we don’t stop at its station. the two stations are about 5 seconds apart from each other; research on the internet last night showed that there’s an abundance of options for us: busses, taxis, trains, walking.
anyway, when dad and i realized this on the phone last night, the universe split open and lava poured out and drowned all the kittens and beauty in the world. we’re both stressed out about getting over there and making sure everything works out … but then again, that’s traveling. it’s seat of your pants time, it’s figuring it out, it’s half the fun. this is a very minor issue. it’s like getting from one end of a giant mall to the other end. i’m running on faith: i have faith that everything will work out, that i’ll make it to france in one piece, that my astute knowledge of french trains will work in my favor. i have faith that dad and co. will get in on time and make their TGV and we’ll all meet up eventually and laugh about it and then drink some Yop. can’t wait for the Yop!
Comments (1)
i'll make sure there is some meat marinatin', but it is steely dan not steeley dan.....
Posted by mrb | septembre 5, 2007 11:20 PM
Posted on septembre 5, 2007 23:20