{"id":191,"date":"2001-11-11T17:10:48","date_gmt":"2001-11-12T01:10:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/?p=191"},"modified":"2009-08-14T23:17:10","modified_gmt":"2009-08-15T07:17:10","slug":"putting-away-the-silverware-and-fine-china","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/2001\/11\/11\/putting-away-the-silverware-and-fine-china\/","title":{"rendered":"Putting away the silverware and fine china"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>the party didn&#8217;t really end until 2pm today, after joel put away his guitar, claudine stopped singing and i set down my imaginary tamborine.<\/p>\n<p>i met back up with them at 11 and we practically ran to cj&#8217;s pantry, where we&#8217;d had breakfast just weeks before. <!--i can't believe that was just three weeks ago. i can't believe how much has happened since then.--><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;that girl is wearing the same jeans she wore last time,&#8221; claudine said.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;maybe it&#8217;s her sunday pants.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>we stumbled home, filled with caffeine and grease, and straightened up the house a little bit. thankfully, it was nowhere near disaster. claudine said something to joel about playing us a song or two and considering his <a href=\"javascript:alert('hung way the hell over');\" title=\"footnote\">condition<\/a> i was sure he&#8217;d say no, but he went downstairs to get his guitar without even putting up a fight.<\/p>\n<p>it was like old times: guitar riffs and laughter in perfect harmony. music brought us together seven years ago, so it&#8217;s no surprise that we can still gather around a guitar and pass the time away.<\/p>\n<div align=\"center\">*<\/div>\n<p>the party was, i&#8217;m told, a success. joel doesn&#8217;t remember much, but i remember everything. <!--i tried to get drunk, but no matter how many shots and cocktails i downed, the room refused to spin. i guess that's a good thing.--> i got us home safely despite the missed on-ramp and slow-pouring rain. it was such a beautiful night. <!--and a beautiful morning.--><\/p>\n<p>i can&#8217;t believe i get to celebrate some more when my birthday really rolls around. i keep waiting for my luck to run out, but it doesn&#8217;t seem to want to leave.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>the party didn&#8217;t really end until 2pm today, after joel put away his guitar, claudine stopped singing and i set down my imaginary tamborine. i met back up with them at 11 and we practically ran to cj&#8217;s pantry, where we&#8217;d had breakfast just weeks before. &#8220;that girl is wearing the same jeans she wore [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/191"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=191"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/191\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1277,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/191\/revisions\/1277"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=191"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=191"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=191"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}