2003-06-23 - 8:23 p.m.
I love you too, Cec!! Call you tomorrow.
WARNING: Extreme bitterness and exaggeration below. I have a thin skin with her these days. Read at your own risk!
I wanted to write and tell you how much I appreciate you inviting yourself on last weekend’s trip to the Diego Rivera show. Although Daddy and I had planned to finally have some father-daughter time after several years, and though you don’t like Diego Rivera, you felt it necessary to tag along. Good for you!
You seemed to really enjoy dinner on Saturday night, where your second glass of Merlot was in progress before the salads arrived. Thank heavens for alcohol! – or at least, that’s what I was thinking when you began to discuss my life. I was thrilled to experience your quiz about my new male friend. It’s always memorable to experience bigotry and racism over a Caesar salad. And since you mention it, no, I don’t know any circumcised black Republicans in prison. I’ll keep an eye out, though!
It was clever of you to refer to my recent life as “unusual and difficult to understand”. And you’re right, there’s really no need for me to explain the symbolism behind my new tattoo. Much better that you tell me about how “nice people” didn’t used to do those kind of things in your day. I’ll just stuff this nectarine into my mouth.
My favorite part of the weekend was Sunday afternoon, when you referred to me in front of a group of strangers as, “shitty” and stomped away. Good times, good times. It didn’t quite match up to being called a bitch in that Italian restaurant outside London, though. I was a little confused when you were angry at me for being hurt. After all, don’t I always react that way? No matter.
Finally, please accept my apologies that I was unable to attend the family meals on Sunday evening and Monday morning. I’m sure you’ll understand that I was only trying to memorize the weekend’s details as thoroughly as possible. I certainly don’t want to forget these two days of fun.
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