celebrations and my skateboard

this weekend was full of celebrations. in fact, it was so full that my family had to put one of the celebrations off 'til tuesday. friday night we took my dad out for his 50th bday. we had KFC (one of his favorite foods... odd fellow) and then gave him his presents, which included his first set of lincoln logs from when he was a kid, sent up by his parents. in his last card was tickets for our family, with my brother's girlfriend and my aunt and uncle in new york, for spamalot in august. then we saw hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy, which was funnier than i expected. saturday was sarah breena's bat mitzvah. since you probably don't know her, let me just tell you that she is The Best. that girl is just too wonderful for words. so it was good to fete her a bit, though the reception included me falling flat on my face in front of everyone during a complicated version of musical chairs. my knee is now multicolored. my mother mercifully chose to do her mother's day thing later in the week. as it was, i was so exhausted from running around yesterday that i wound up crashing at 9:30pm. i then dreamt that i went to new york in search of my old skateboard, which got lost when i moved out of my apartment on 34th and 2nd on january 1, 2001. i still mourn that skateboard. it was born in the 1970s, before kicktails and before skateboards were made fat and wheels made small. if i had been a surfer girl in dogtown 10 years before i picked it up at a yard sale, i would have done tricks in emptied pools. as it was, it was just just transportation. its loose trucks made fishtailing and taking sharp turns a swift and smooth joy. my last trip with it was winter 2000, to skate under the scaffolding inside grand central station.