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Wilmette Fire Dept open house with Uncle Bleep! 🚒
The signature cocktail was an old fashioned. With door county maraschino cherries. And Kessler. And if you don’t know what Kessler is I feel bad for you. We’d said our vows and heard my family sing and the river run and we kissed people when they clinked their glasses, our way to turn that awkward tradition on its head. And the night ended with our friends surrounding us in an old-fashioned-fueled dance party. “Heads Will Roll” by The Yeah Yeah Yeahs played and sometimes I think about that moment if I want to be hugged by a memory. Happy 4th anniversary, Tony. I love you I love you I love you.
“Hello? Yeah, hi’s. I’m 8 months old.” ☎️ Nicholas. 8 months! LOVES: standing, grabbing (sometimes hair which he will just pull out because he doesn’t know his own strength or, frankly, anything he’s doing w.r.t. his own brute force) crawling, moving any which way he can, putting everything in his mouth, anything Vincent does, getting rolled over by Vincent in an early preview of what is sure to be brother wrestling, anything Da does, listening to Adele at bedtime, his #1 song Pais Tropical, anything most people do while also looking at them very solemnly and thoughtfully, crinkly things, rage screams, happy screams, screaming of any kind, listening to his Da play guitar, also attempting to pluck the guitar, boppin, cat-stalking, walks, pear, yogurt, water out of a cup. HATES: when I try to match his rage screams with my own in real time as a way to share in the cathartic release of screaming. It scares him. INDIFFERENT TO: bullshit politics, bullshit human un-kindness, all levels and breeds of bullshit.
(Said in my dad’s way as he opens a gift): OOOOOH TISSUE PAPERRRRR (as if the tissue paper is the gift and hey, to Nickybaby, is IS a gift)
#tbt and happy birthday to the pal who has hung tough with me from through middle school clarinet practicing, late nights lounging on the grass and talking about the musical RENT, getting to the Weidner center to see the heat on in Saigon, long drives to a place to sip on coffee drinks because what else could we do for fun, letter writing through distance, processing getting older apart but together, sharing a community we were both born into and also creating a community on our own once grown. Wedding in Italy, walks through New York, references to the Fox Valley in between and always. Thank you for being my longest-time pal and knowing me for so long, loving me anyway and even helping be part of the Rossetti boys’ village. And for having exquisite taste in life partners. (Cc: @ryanreillyhere) Happiest birthdays, friend. I love you forever.
For the record, @ryanreillyhere and I didn’t go to @northwesternu, but our college did have purple as one of the colors, too, so....same. And Vince is here to cheer for everyone involved.
Nicholas. 7 months! LOVES: standing, crawling, moving any which way he can, going out on walks, putting everything in his mouth, anything Vincent does, anything Da does, listening to Adele, anything most people do, crinkly things, verbalizations that sound like a terrible variation on a tone peewee Herman might make or something (very guttural), listening to his Da play guitar, boppin, making loud noises, catwatching, doing tongue tricks on his two bottom teeth that have popped out, smiling, burping, farting. HATES: being strapped down in the car too long INDIFFERENT TO: bullshit politics and bullshit more generally