This is the end...beautiful friend.
Don't think this weekend could have been any more perfect or fulfilling. Great party on the fourth on the rooftop of a loft in Greenpoint, overlooking the Macy's barges parked in the river. Most amazing fireworks display I have ever witnessed in my life. Everyone was left utterly breathless. Spent the rest of the evening in a good little bar in Williamsburg. Scored a big table for our group, took pictures in the retro photobooth, drank a few pints, made drunk phonecalls, had some good laughs and headed home in the wee hours of the morning. Good times.
Yesterday we woke up and headed straight to the beach. Everything felt sublime. Laying out on the sand with my sxy man lounging beside me, tumbling in the waves, tasting the salt and feeling it saturating hair and skin. I love the beach. It is always excellent and I never, ever get tired of it. Even when I lived five blocks away from it in santa monica. I never tired of it. Never got tired of watching the palm trees bend this way and that and the waves forever carrying on. Never got tired of paddling out on a boogy board and floating there, dunking beneath the water occasionally, soaking up the vast body around me, watching the sun sink beneath the western horizon...exalted by the simplicity and perfection of it. Coconut skin trip, terry cloth, snacks, iced tea, sunglasses, wild hair, clean water, sweet waves = happiness.
Then we picked up R & T and went out to eat at Sizzler. I haven't been to Sizzler in over ten years. It was really fun. We were so satisfied and painted with smiles when we walked out of there. Then we went bowling and played about three or four frames and downed a cocktail a piece when the power went down on their scorekeepers and we had to get our money back and ended up taking a little ride into the east village to find something to do. We found Kat and Chas and Gothic Justice at Otto's Shrunken Head. More fun, more cocktails. Rob and I got home around 3:30, better than 5 a.m. the night before, and slept until 1 this afternoon. I still have a sparkly Godzilla tattoo on my arm and recall the funny lady with the camera who insisted on taking ten pictures of it last night because she has a friend who loves Godzilla...I don't know.
Now that the weekend is almost over, I don't know what the hell to do with myself...
Tell me about your Fourth of July weekend!
Posted by Maria at July 6, 2003 02:23 PM | TrackBack