1. A chubby old man pushing his car door open with so much gusto just to stand up quickly enough to reach his doting girlfriend and give her a big loud Mmmmwahh! smack on the lips. Then he holds her hand and helps her into the drivers seat.
2. An ugly baby in a stroller looking at you with his eyes a little bit crossed. He is so happy and that makes him a million times more adorable than any Gerber baby I've ever seen. This baby's got character.
3. A bluegrass banjo-y song came on my iPod and it reminded me of being in Alaska with Mike and with Boot (yes, his name was actually Boot). Mike and I would do the boot dance (which had nothing to with the human being Boot) and kick up our heels and link arms and drink drink drink out of mason jars all night long. The tables were covered with polished stones and the floors were a blackened mess from all the years of dancing and drinking and sweating and spilling. And Boot would come steal me away and we'd swing around and get all sweaty and everything was so spinny and beautiful. And Boot had a truck with the word Hillbilly spray painted on the back and a dog in the truck with only 3 legs. I loved Boot. And walking down the busy streets of DC thinking about your days spent with Boot and Mike and hippy dancing in small Alaskan bars called The Howling Dog and The Marlin can really put a smile on your face.
The Boot Dance, at the annual Anderson Bluegrass Festival.
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