Jess shares a moment with her mom
fireworks and gossip — that’s how the Amason ladies do it.
The tombstone reads: “She hath done all that she can.”
(ed. note: don’t ever write me an epitaph like that, plz.)
This seems an appropriate time to relive the epitaphs to which we agreed:
“Chris died, but ya know what…………….he lived.”
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand scene.
(via brookehatfield)
1. Playing records with my dad while we either a) play pool (we have a vintage championship size pool table in the basement) or b) clean rifles — yes, THOSE kinds of rifles. Yep — my dad has many and yes, I technically own two and, yep, I know my way around a gun, so there’s that. *cue gasping!*
2. Showing off in the pool — I was a longtime Junior Olympic swimmer and rocked the Olympic track training year-round until my shoulders started to give out when I was on the up and up at 14….sigh….but I continued to coach throughout and, with endless physical therapy, compete in the USS and in the NVSL until 18, and coached a bit afterward as well….either way, I can still put money on kicking your ass in 50m fly. Always a quick ego boost!
3. I plan to rock the fuck out at my old haunt — The Black Cat (DC) — to see Jay Reatard. The last time I saw the Jay Reatard posse was at the Vice party at SXSW08 where I started a massive pit singlehandedly and ended up making friends I kept running into the rest of the week. There will be much relived.
4. Scanning old family photos that I’ve never gotten around to digitizing.
5. Seeing all kinds of family, and family friends, plus getting back together with my GA buddy Andrew to do some much-needed reminiscing about Athens.
6. Oh, and like, fireworks and fried chicken and stuff.