Perfect Day

October 6, 2003

Yesterday was a perfect day. The afternoon was all about skulls and pillows and headless dolls at the flea market.

"I can't believe you're not going to take a picture of that for your thing."

"You're right."

When evening rolled in, it was time for vodka taste tests, catfish guacamole tacos, and jukebox shootouts at the bar. Okay, so never mind that the first song she played was by Morrissey. Who cares? Because the second song she put on was Straight to Hell. And then came Pale Blue Eyes. By the time Can't You Hear Me Knocking kicked in, I think I was ready to marry her.