I'm visiting my parents right now. It's always nice to go home for a while no matter how old you are. For some reason my parents had orange Sunkist soda in the fridge which we never ever had growing up and which I have neer seen on any of the shelves of that fridge before in my entire life. My parents arn't necessarily health nuts...but they do like ingredients. Their fridge is a sea of tin foil covered jars of homemade salad dressings and saran wrapped bowls of homemade pesto. Nothing in their fridge comes "individually wrapped" or "artificially flavored" which is why the shiny neon orange bottle glowed noticeably misbelonged in their fridge. (Misbelonged? Sure.)
And, because I become a ten year old at my parents house...I drank the whole thing. I stayed up late watching cable and eating my parents equivalent of junkfood (mango sorbet and blueberry bagels) and didn't realize until the wee hours that I had sucessfully consumed the entire bottle of orange-glow.
Sure enough I had an orange drink moustache. Something I carefully avoided as a real child...those Kool-Aid moustaches. Among the complex cast systems of the 6-12 year old range...those were never Kool.
But as a 26 year old finding comfort in the semi-manufactured memories of childhood...an orange moustache was a welcome surprise. Particularly since I was watching the E True Hollywood Story of my childhood idol Punky Brewster. Although I found the show to be a little slow (Soleil was just too nice) so I switched over to the Comedy Central Roast of William Shatner instead which was slightly more entertaining.
When you are at your parents house you are relieved temporarily from worrying about things like bills and jobs and money and weight and all that crap. Instead you can think about birthdays and ice cream and how much you might like to one day marry Colin Firth. (Oh Come on, it's every former English major's dream to marry Mr. Darcy.) Maybe tomorrow I will go back home to my life and cat and responsibilities...but I don't think I will today. I think today I will go make a sandwich and read some of my new book on the porch.
4 comments:
the brooding silent type who takes his shirt off and goes for a slow motion midday swim in the nearby estate pond.
i want to marry mr. darcy and colin firth. can i do that?
me too me too!
"the brooding silent type who takes his shirt off and goes for a slow motion midday swim in the nearby estate pond"
I just went weak in the knees and started salivating uncontrollably.
Note to self. The next day off, drink orange soda and watch a Colin Firth marathon.
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