To celebrate Independence day, or "Independins" day which is what Oliver wished someone via text message-- Yes, he text messages- a lot (ulot), we joined a gaggle of friends and strangers in Lynwood who were celebrating America, sort of, but mostly they were convening for my dear Tim's birthday. Tim being my mainest gay and dearest friend and also Oliver's big gay uncle buying his way into O's heart with piles of G.I. Joes, we couldn't miss it.
Some things I would have liked to miss:
1. This conversation:
* squeaky firework *
Oliver: “That one sounds like a wet fart.”
Tommy: “A FOOP!”
Stranger: “What’s a foop?”
Oliver: *pensive-thoughtful pause* “A fart with a re-fill”
2. Fireworks. They are fucking scary.
4. My ass in the mirror when I walked by in my swim suit.
Some things I was supremely happy to be a part of and see:
1. My bestie having a great birthday. However drunk and messy he gets, he's still one of my favorite things on this planet. And he smells wicked nice. Always.
2. The FOOD! Tables and tables of goodies. Sweet and savory. Hot and cold. CUP-CAKES!
3.Oliver being accepted and encouraged by a group of adults not accustomed to kids. I was really touched by them and so proud of him. He's the light of my life and it is rare for me to see people respond to the light he brings into theirs in such a positive way.
I'm sure pictures of the event will surface soon. I really can wait.