Self-destruct mode running. Am never drinking again.
Tomorrow is Llamakah, a day that my best friends in high school and I made up the summer of 2002. Usually celebrated with a pic-a-nic in what we began to call "Llamakah Park" in downtown Gig Harbor, and other waterfront mayhem: singing, wading, singing "Wade in the Water" while doing so, stuffing messages into glass bottles and throwing them into the harbor, and writing stories. First year without one crucial member, the one who started it with me, who has her own life without the contact of old friends.