Three Musketeers
And so I've traded my girls in Seattle for seeing my boys all together for the first time in almost three years. And? Well, it's the weirdest thing--they're men.
Eddy is turning 26 in two weeks, and when I call him on his birthday I'll remember him not as the boy I met in highschool, but suddenly as the man I saw take Carrie's hand yesterday and promise to love her for the rest of thier lives, the Peters close by choking back tears.
I have never cried so much in my life.
Congrats, Emilio.
--M
Eddy is turning 26 in two weeks, and when I call him on his birthday I'll remember him not as the boy I met in highschool, but suddenly as the man I saw take Carrie's hand yesterday and promise to love her for the rest of thier lives, the Peters close by choking back tears.
I have never cried so much in my life.
Congrats, Emilio.
--M
posted by Miranda Moure at 11:58 AM
2 Comments:
mexico is fun, no?
fyi : i walked into the rosebud last night and as i cruised toward the back porch i saw three faces look at me, look at each other, then say, "rcu? rcu! hey everybody -- rcu is here!"
I'm guessing it was a Sunday? Ahh...how I miss my whiskey filled evenings at the Rosebud amoungst all my carnie compatriates. Jesus. That's fucking hilarious. Some of them don't even know your real name.
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