Wonderful news everyone; Lara has finished her time at the rehabilitation clinic! She has once more been thrust into the wicked, cruel, world full of meanies to fend for herself … and she’s going to do it without the crutch of drugs this time. I am very very proud of her.
If she didn’t live a few hundred miles away I would be throwing her a party. Hey, I might throw her a party anyway. I’ve got a Nightmare Before Christmas party pack that’s about 10 years old and never been opened. I’ve been saving it up for a special occasion. (Other people save expensive wines and champagne … I save silly paper products that will probably crumble to dust by the time I finally get around to using them.) Anyway, I can put party hats on Melchizedek and Chester, I’d offer one to Jasper Darling … but he lives in water and the hat would get soggy and probably turn the water a nasty greyish color. I’ll bake some cookies and watch Hedwig and the Angry Inch in celebration. Or maybe Lara’s favorite Kevin Smith film … which I can’t remember which title that would be at the moment … so maybe I’ll watch as many of them as I can stand in succession.
I know, my idea of partying pales in comparison to the wild affairs other people arrange. But you must remember: I work in a library and my idea of a fun evening usually involves video games designed for children under the age of 14.