a night in the life of d rocks
I am flying high at the moment having just returned from… from where, you say? Ah, well, from…
…wait for it…
my brother’s home. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I can’t believe it! Marc St. Camille is in Chicago. And my world is officially rocked.
Tonight went something like this. I got back from the gym, enjoyed a d-licious salmon and rice dinner prepared by none other than the fabulous Paulie, hung out with him and mom for a moment, checked out some new rags mom bought for herself at Ann Taylor, and then called Marc to check in, say hey and see how far he had gotten with unpacking.
Oh, did I mention that he and Dame Tessera just moved to Chicago? To *my* town? Oh yes!
Well, one thing led to another during our conversation (as is usually the case) and I found myself with a bag of *yummy* food and drinks in my car at about 10:00pm driving to his home. Yes, the home that is now within driving distance! Ha! It was great.
So, I took the grand tour of the new apartment, which I must say is incredible in size, the view of the lake and character. And then I gave some advice about bathroom accessories and furniture. (I was in my brother’s apartment giving _him_ decorating advice! It was amazing…) And then we hung the shower curtain, unpacked three HUGE garment boxes, played with Tessera, put some things away in the cavernous closets he now has, ate some scookies (thank you, George!), drank, talked about how to decorate the walls on the adjacent building which a few of his windows face (yes, the walls on the outside), and discussed his aerated water.
Banal? Commonplace? Typical? Hardly. If you only knew what kinds of things we unpacked… oh, if you only knew.
And so begins a long tradition of spontaneous "What are you doing tonight?"s and "Let’s catch a movie"s and craziness.
Chicago will never sleep the same way again.
Comments
I love my sister so much. Did she put the Chic in front of ago? It was worth moving home (yes, it feels like home) just to have my sweet sister show up with treats and her good cheer. At times I'd find myself thinking (but who IS this fabulous woman? I knew her when she was crawling around on all fours (no silly; not the other day when she was looking for her cell phone on the dance floor; but when she was 11 months...). And I have the BEST time with her. Did I mention she has fabulous hair?
Posted by: Marc | February 18, 2005 03:29 AM
Aaawwww! Dats sooo sweet Dewawa! Happy for you... All of you. Can't wait to see the new place. I had the pleasure in New York, and it was quooowite a treat. He even sent me off with a bag of goodies. I send my hugs.
Posted by: Nazy | February 7, 2005 04:15 AM
Welcome to Marc! Hope to meet the infamous brother of D-Lara soon.
Posted by: +mojan. | February 2, 2005 07:36 PM
haha! good catch, shok. you know, there's only so much a grammar freak can do at like 3:00 in the morning. :) you rock. and hell no, i'm not going to edit your comment! it keeps me humble...
the lesson, kids, is that sleep-deprivation and strong grammar skills don't mix.
Posted by: delara | February 2, 2005 04:31 PM
How fun! I hope that there will be a day when I live in the same city as at least one of my brothers.
(Um... not sure how to bring this up... but since I know you pride yourself on grammar and such, I wanted to point out, "incredible both in size, views and character," just in case you wanted to amend it.... Feel free to delete this part of my comment.)
Posted by: shokufeh | February 2, 2005 03:48 PM
awwwww, siblings are the best. congrats on the local acquistion of one, D. and welcome to you, marc. :)
Posted by: nas | February 2, 2005 01:18 PM
A'hem, might I just add that you "may never sleep the same way again." Are those hard wood flaaws I see. Oh my gawd!! Sure it will nevva be New Yawk, but quite the castle it is!!!
Posted by: Paulie | February 2, 2005 11:53 AM