21 was a pretty sweet year for me. i got a boyfriend, got a job, quit a job (but kept one, just cuz mothers seem to think you need a job), saw mothermother in concert (twice), ate my first spaghetti squash, learned to drink coffee, climbed a tree, got engaged, and bought a house.
i rung in the first day of 22 standing in the pouring rain with barclay holding his hand and listening to some sweet music. my 1 dollar garage sale umbrella turned out to be more of a sun umbrella than a rain one. i was dry for about two seconds before the rain started pouring through the fabric and down my face, gluing my eyelashes into little triangles and my bangs flat to my forehead.
we got wet, and i decided that music is more fun to listen to in the rain. i felt like that girl in that movie who climbs on top of the dumpster and yells as loud as she can into "the infinite abyss". i didn't have an infinite abyss, but as soon as i got that movie scene in my head, i had to do something about it. so i gave a little yell into barclay's ear.