It's midnight in Prosper, TX.
Earlier this week, on a lovely, cloudy Sunday, I chunked deuce to the First Baptist Church and turned tail to Dallas. Mostly, because Dallas is a holy city, there was little traffic.
Simple pleasures.
I arrived at Camp Smiley, triple shot in hand, to see the radiant Coral Zelon reheating quiche. She seemed unusually luminescent, a quality I am tempted to attribute to the scent of twice-nuked spinach filling the air. Piage was in the corner, looking, well, less-than-glowy, pretending to help Coral. From Piage's bedroom, I heard the sounds of Grittney and Kelly B giggling/snuggling/rolling in puppies. Soon thereafter, Aaron arrived. He had gone to church that morning and had then made a detour to the Northpark Apple store (redundant?), for which he blamed his tardiness.
We made pancakes and chatted with The Jude about the evils of Barack Obama. The man is a socialist, and, in non sequitur, pancakes of the banana variety are superior.
That evening, Aaron, Piage, Kelly, and I reconvened to take in a showing of The Chronicles of Christian Conservatives: Prince Caspian. At one point, during a particularly rousing speech, an awkwardly bipedal bear bellowed, "For Aslan!" Kelly, rather predictably, tittered the quietest whisper of a giggle guffawed. It's true that the entire theatre was disturbed by her cacophonous, pealing laughter, but I wouldn't trade her and her sexy bed-hair for the world.
Because we were having such fun, we all, with the exception of Aaron, who claimed to have a dentist appointment (I suspect he was back at "church") agreed to a farewell breakfast. This is where the picture at the top of the page comes in. Kelly, Piage, and I had a two and a half hour al fresco breakfast in a French cafe. I had the most mindblowing almond croissant in the universe, and Piage had some "normal granola."
This is us, guys.
In mere days, many of us will be having to ask for our croissants in a foreign language. I had a little preview, a small taste this weekend, and let me tell you that it's good: sugary with a hint of nutmeg.
Ready?
-A.
7 comments:
You actually posted at midnight, nice.
Your writing reads like a novel, very nice.
Keep it up.
a typically random and alluring post of the life of alex j. toney ( i don't know what your middle is, but j sounded good). I admit I had to look up "non sequitur".
just to clarify on my travel plans, I did, indeed, get a flight to Barcelona (Girona) on June 5th. I will see you then, my friend.
Tschuss
i do enjoy reading your blogs, do you have another? Shirley* this is not the only web-writing you practice?
*Airplane
I do, and don't call me shirley.
alex, you belong in london. everyone wears black. only black.
This is currently my only soap box.
I used to write for that Veronica Mars website...but the shows I love seem to go into early cancellation, thus, no scribblings.
Also, I have yet to see Airplane, but my dad seems to quote it endlessly. Adding it to the 'to watch' list.
And yay for black and monarchies.
Just not black monarchies.
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