so as i said last week, i spent the day sunday with my mom, dad and brother dave. we met at the ica, then went to brunch at barlow (i had the most delicious huevos rancheros ever...EVER) and got yummy bloody mary's, mimosas, and baileys drenched coffees. we visited an open house at the most beautiful loft in the seaport district and then traveled back in time to lucky's where we encountered lots of vinyl seating, fake fireplaces and painfully slow-talking bartenders. then the day came to a close... dave had to get on the road to brooklyn and our parents had an hour drive home.
i went to my apartment, grabbed a blanket, a book and an orange and spread out in the park for a few hours. while i was there i was thinking about the day, then i thought about my tiny little family and how we support each other, have mindless discussions about ricky gervais' best friend, bicker about dumb things like the special effects on lost, and giggle at all the same stuff. right in the park i burst into tears, wishing to go back to that time when all you had was your family - you hang out together all the time, no one ever has to leave to hang out with someone better because you don't even know there's someone better, you have silly vacations in disneyworld and you have no idea what it feels like to have worries, or sadness, or responsibilities or broken hearts.
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