Easter dinner (at The Coven)
I made this. (Leg of lamb roasted with rosemary and a red wine blackberry sauce served with braised carrots brushed with cumin, cinnamon, and mint.) I also painted a dick on a bottle of Modelo. Because Easter.
It was time when they both loved each other best, without hurry or excess, when both were most conscious of and grateful for their incredible victories over adversity. Life would still present them with other moral trials, of course, but that no longer mattered: they were on the other shore.
If I want to get high on a Wednesday night and post an 11 minute Pinback song on my blog, I will, okay? I’m 32 years-old and I should be able to do what I want by now.