my sister's family showed up and followed us back to our hovel. i actually let them in, despite the disturbing level of uncleanliness existing inside. and then we walked down the road to the greenville avenue st patrick's day parade, which was already underway. my sister claims there was a college student puking in a flower bed somewhere in there. we stood around for thirty or forty-five minutes while oliver sat on uncle jeff's shoulders and added to his bead collection.
a soccer team friend's mother told me her five year old son was handed a condom at the parade last year and she called everyone in the dallas political phone book. today, it was the usual rivers of spilled beer pushing barges of party debris downstream under cigarette smoke clouds.
a girl we knew from high school stood 20 paces away from us. apparently she lives a block away from me.
everyone's passed out now. except for me, of course.
brian and ashleigh pray for violet's socks.