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2005-05-23 - 12:52 a.m. I went up to Delaware again, this time meeting some friends. We camped and played frisbee golf and my pants smell like woodsmoke. DY, one minute talking about how Audis are the best cars and how "mid-range Japanese whatevers" are crap, the next minute answering his cell phone, his voice changing suddenly, saying "I love you too. What? I'm sorry, baby. I'll see you soon. I love you too." Then, ten minutes later, DY driving away in his Audi, our wood almost all burned and lots of beer in the coolers and this was all well past midnight and he had a three-hour drive to do. Music notes: We'd just played our second round of frisbee golf and it's much harder than it looks and the disc goes to the left no matter how I throw it. Shirts off, we're drinking a beer at noon on a Sunday and I mention I have a basketball in my trunk. So I go over to the asphalt courts (Damon calls asphalt "madacam") and shoot around a bit. After a few minutes, Kevin came over and I said, "It's a nice day for this. Frisbee and sunglasses and sun on the shoulders. Not even hung over." And he said, without hesitation, clanging his shot off the backboard and not the rim, "It's a painfully beautiful world we live in. I think that every day. Everywhere you look, it's just staggering." And I think that thought all the time although I have a hard time saying it out loud to people. This is not exactly true. There are some people I can say this to. Kevin is one of them. So I said, "I think so, too." And then he made his shot and walked back to the cars and I followed him back after I made my last one. Accent notes: And Chuck walking around all weekend with no shoes on, instructing on the proper pronunciation of the planet in Star Wars Luke grew up on ("Tatt-eww-eeene!"), missing the girl who dumped him seven months ago, roughing his feet up pretty good on the coarse sand and the pine cones, making us all sandwiches of ridiculous Italian deli goods and then grilling his over the fire, which we doubted at first but all did because he had so much fun eating his. And getting rained on a little but never a lot. The sun was out even with the clouds( and the moon last night, too, bright.) The sky was all colors, like a thigh bruise that doesn't hurt anyone at all. 0 comments so far
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