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Saturday was the beginning of the end. We sold everything (except our piano--anyone interested?) in heat that is nothing compared to what we're going to experience.

When we left for the party, it was raining. Heavy rain, the kind that I'm going to miss. It looked like a hurricane. I could barely see through the windshield as I drove too fast down Sunrise Boulevard, out to Sawgrass Express. Not going to miss the way everyone drives 30 mph in the rain, as though going slower is going to make it easier to see, easier to not hydroplane around corners.



When we got there we had to sit in the car til the rain let up just a little bit. It was so heavy you couldn't see your hand in front of your face...not that we were standing in the rain trying to look at our hands...

I was too old to be there. I'm in the awkward phase of life--too old to be a kid, too young to be a grown up. Good thing I have peter pan syndrome and am never going to grow up.

I helped prepare the food, which was gone almost instantly. Every picture I tried to take turned into an action shot.


In typical teenage fashion, the girls and boys stayed separate.



So I sat with the girls and talked about boys while eating mints (and chocolate).


Chelsea made my hair look cool.


We played Uno. And then it was over.

[Title from Sunlight by Bag Raiders]

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