6:07 AM PDT - Apr. 21, 2002
diet Coke
yesterday, in addition to convention-ing with the wife, i had to take a side trip to my nephew's 1st birthday. it was at Storey Park, which is a quaint little park in Alhambra, nice green grass, some shade, nice warm Southern California day. my nephew was fussy, his parents said he needed a nap but what i think he needed was my diet Coke can, as his little hands wanted to hold and feel the cold. i think my brother and his wife wrap him in way too many clothes. so i rinsed out my diet Coke can and filled it with water and we played let's freak out your mom and dad as i let him hold the can and drink water while his parents ran around eating and talking and schmoozing. it was a nice day after all, and it was his birthday, and he seemed all the more older drinking out of the can than the bottle. he said ba-ba-ba-ba-ba! which was cool, seeing that i had a long day and i told him yeah i know, we're both doing something we don't really like right now. because he didn't seem like he liked his party all the much, with all the magenta cake frosting and orange box piņata filled with candy only his big grandpa could eat. i said the party i think is more for your parents and grandparents and he nodded, little boy hands around the can guzzling the water, his eyes fixated on my eyes, grabbing at my glasses as if to say these are cool. do you have magic eyes? it was a saturday afternoon. i laid out on the mat and he sat back against my chest, still holding the diet Coke can. i think we both needed a nap.
