One of the greatest questions I've ever been asked, like ever, was: "Wanna go to Endor later?" We were midway across the Williamsburg Bridge and I said: "Yes!" We didn't go to Endor that day, we went some place else instead. I don't remember where we went, but I remember thinking someday, if time allowed, if things don't get in the way and fuck it up, we'll go. I don't know now... I guess we'll have to wait and see, and of course, figure out how we'll get there...
Endor, or course, is the home of the Ewoks, for those of you who don't know. Ewoks are what I dream about when I sleep at night, because they're short and furry, and based on previous posts, this seems to be for what I have a penchant.
After brunch on Saturday, before we left for Fire Island, I found this 80's themed store a few blocks from my house. It certainly wasn't there before I left, but now it is, so I guess that's all that matters. I saw Wicket the Ewok staring back at me from the case, and knew I must have him. I immediately envisioned us strolling through the park, he accompanying me to faraway places... and well, the point has been made, I suppose. So after explaining the difference between Chewy and Wicket to the clueless salesperson, and embarrassing the friend who was unfortunate enough to be with me, I brought him home. I also brought him to Fire Island despite being warned against it by the aforementioned friend, and I'm glad I did because someone dumped a beer on him, then thought he needed sunblock, so he smells just like the beach now.
I'm supposed to be writing about pearl necklaces, twenty-year old boys, fashion week and the American Analog Set... however, Wicket is far more interesting, and I'm a big fan of procrastination.
xo.
Mandy.
Are you high? He has a huge belly and it's hot!


