Over the Weekend
Selling jewelry at Artists and Fleas and all the fun people who came up and chatted and bought stuff. Watching old Wilkins Coffee commercials on YouTube from when Kermit the Frog was a sadistic bastard. A long conversation down to Philadelphia over how women get tagged with special words to demonize their sexual freedom. My family in central Jersey, a very fun sitcom to make guest appearances on. My aunt gave me a giant book on the history of fashion via Vogue and I now have an adorably kitschy 70’s flowery pillowcase from my cousin.
Stumbled into a tangent of utter calm coming off 195, trying to find the way to my aunt’s house from memory. (Haven’t made the trip up from the south in forever.) I took the wrong exit and ended up on county roads with a speed limit of 50mph, with names like Old Stone Tavern and Stagecoach. The overall terrain was familiar, but I’d never been through this part of the neighborhood before. “True Faith” shuffled up next on full blast and this was the part where I was supposed to pull over and remap the route, but instead I let myself get lost for a little bit, just until the next song, shooting past monster country houses and hopeful little produce stands and tracts of farmland where the trees opened up into vast swaths of neatly tended green. Breathing in the air, and letting the music flood through me, and following the curves of the road toward the next pastoral scene, and no more consciousness than that. Pure bliss.
