Sep 14, 2020
I think this pic captures the spirit of Doc Holidays better than any well-focused and well-shot photo could. :P
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I think this pic captures the spirit of Doc Holidays better than any well-focused and well-shot photo could. :P
Zelda has only been to Doc Holidays once, but she misses it too.
The book takes place in 1999 which is around the time I started going to Doc Holidays. Maybe a few years after (I think I first went in 96 or 97) but it made sense when I fictionalized that year of my life to have frequent visits to the bar. The fact that I have actually been thrown out for fucking in the bathroom only makes it sweeter to me.
I hid a copy of DBI behind the Big Buck Hunter at Doc Holidays three years ago. I would so not be surprised if it was still hiding under there somewhere covered in dust, broken dreams, and someone’s underwear.
It’s our last day at the in-laws’, and we. are. losing. it. It doesn’t help that it’s like 33 degrees celsius and super humid, and the kids are exhausted (= cranky), and husband, OMG, is sunburned because he didn’t put on sunscreen (because he “hates it”) or wear a hat (because he “is stupid”), and thinks he should lie in bed all day while I do all the things plus watch the kids plus converse with his family??? RAWR. I just made him take the kids out for an hour so I can lie in the cool basement by myself. He is pissed.
We really are ready to go home.
Off to the wilds of northwestern Ontario for a few days. No electricity. No internet. Let's all hope I pull through. Over and out. xoxo
So, staying in a two-bedroom house with 10 people is a little bit hellish, but then again, it's summer, so we're outside most of the time anyway. A-OK. My kids are blissfully happy with their cousins, and it makes me so happy.
Heading home to real life. Sigh. I miss my babies, though, so. Planning to order a g&t and write fic on the flight back. One last hurrah.