full disclosure
Thursday, June 19th, 2003
Walking back to the car after lunch at Tartine:
R: So did you think my dream was dorky?
S: I thought it was sweet. In that I-am-the-center-of-the-universe way you have.
R: Right. (pause) Good thing I left out the part where I was wearing my wedding dress. Oh, and my demon-slaying superpowers.
S (breathless with laughter): You fought demons in your wedding gown?
R scuffs at the ground with the toe of her boot.
Later:
J dances around the apartment pretending to be R’s bridezilla dream-self: I can fight demons if I want to! It’s MY SPECIAL DAY-EE!
No one takes me seriously.
