05-22-05 - 9:03 a.m.
my berries turned 19 yesterday; her gift was a day of gorgeous weather and well behaved baby, perfect for shopping in carson city. carey showed up both before and after work- we drank beer on the patio (aka carport) while my child- much like her mother- tested him with tough questions about tattoos, pot, and porn. carey has a tendency to repeat each question-
berries: carey, do you like porn?
carey: do i like porn?
-which gives him an endearing quality of chronic disbelief. to push the issue further, berries handed him a copy of the all singing, all dancing alice in wonderland- "alice does the mad hatter!"- and took off for reno with spencer.
fast forward to the moment i've sometimes imagined- carey on my tiny, circa 1800's antique brass bed, watching truly ridiculous porn, only add a squirming, fussy, 6 month old baby. luckily, alice and her frolicking put the baby to sleep and carey pounced; we wound up in a heated tangle like the nervous babysitter and her overheated boyfriend, anxiously awaiting the return of the parents. how to move the rumble doll without waking her? clothes on? clothes off? lights on? lights off? no time for atmosphere; this chemistry has been simmering for a year, since that memorable meeting at the walmart timeclock! we're humming along nicely- a little quick but who cares, this is chemistry! at the 'climatic' moment, true to form, the life of bmoviemaven takes that reliable turn for soap opera/sitcom hall of fame- the bed breaks, and we are dumped unceremoniously to the floor.
did i mention he smells good?