your loss if you didn’t come tonight. you missed my amazing sister, you missed ben’s wonderful fiddle playing, you missed james being cool on his drums, and you missed my dad. he was the white boy playing the funky music. and i was like, “yup. that’s my fifty-one-year-old dad rockin’ out up there.” he’s totally the coolest and everyone knew it.
i decided (once again) that being a little girl is so much easier. i’ll play dolls and color again if that means that i never have to grow up. i don’t like it very much. actually it kind of rots, ya know?