(comes into Bitches with a can of peaches, waits patiently) Then remembers this is Bitches, fills up wading pool with peaches and champagne, because this is Bitches and not everyone watched Deadwood. Jumps in, after a fashion.

Mmmm, peaches and champagne. I'm there.

I know...though apparently I couldn't do that at one of those business "breakfast" things, as champagne makes me want to make out with people. But, in addition to the whole bellini thing(Not to be discounted unless you want to look professional) Deadwood had this whole riff on peaches and community...Like, they had a town meeting of some sort where somebody accidentally brought some and the meeting went really well. So they kind of decided the peaches were lucky and had them at town hall every time. Peaches is also crazy-popular if you're a gang girl that wants a street name. Like, enough that in certain places if you hear it as awitness, it's not that identifying. Like, Good luck with that. I miss bitches so I wanted to do my part to bring community back into it.

I had bellinis yesterday but it came in a bottle from Trader Joe's so I'm not sure that counts. I'm sad I passed up a chance to buy some peaches today

we have some. they taste good, but are not very sexy. at least they ripened up well, though.

Years ago, I introduced my mother to bellinis (she knew about mimosas, but no other mixers for champagne). I'd have to go to the store and pick up peach nectar, since getting fresh peaches in December was not possible, and we'd have bellinis for Christmas breakfast.

I remember the peaches in Deadwood! What a great show.

Yeah, and surprisingly civic-minded, given all the violence, prostitutes and graphic language.

Kind of shallow, but not really, given that this is a big one, and, well, tempus fugit and all, but what should I do for my birthday? (When it was in the distance, I sort of hoped I'd want to make a big deal out of this one, but, like the election geek I am, I find myself thinking "if it were held today" instead of mid-September, it would feel more like an accident-a-versary than anything to festively commemorate, but it's in mid-September and mom's asking already.) Trying to leave aside the part where leaving a list of titles of things for one's mommy...kind of feels like a time-warp in addition to not trusting my own taste lately, anyway. When I was thirty, I got my tat.(Probably the most novel. Besides the first, of course, but that early surprise didn't turn out so great!) Maybe that's why my mom has never been the Super-Secret Plan type.(also, she's shy, but it's hard to tell when you meet her and she is looking to be social, but she works up to that a lot so even if some of you were closer, which I wish you were, sometimes, it's hard to imagine her...snagging my contacts and plotting or anything.) Sometimes I wonder what that would have been like instead of "Here is some stuff off your Wish List, which maybe we mixed up." or my dad's "I've known you your whole life, but not really...we're all dust in the wind, but cash always fits," thing. Which, a lot of times, is okay enough...I've always kind of known I wasn't "A party and a band, and a pink trans-am in the driveway," girl. But for fifty? Given that we're not all broke anymore? Meh. "Hey, I died twice.(Almost)) and I can really do without how my being the oldest of my father's kids and racking up big birthdays and making him think about *his own* death--trust me, I'm already making calls about the parade permits for that shit...not really, but he makes it fun to think about.

Even this goofy question boils down to "Why am I here when they're not?"