TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER an archive of pleasures, wounds, sublimations & other curiosities :: profile 06.17.18 When we went to California to tell my parents we were engaged, D kept my engagement ring in his pocket for three weeks—from San Diego to Las Vegas to Santa Monica and up the Pacific Coast to the SF Bay and back to San Diego—before presenting it to me in my brother's old bedroom. The next day I showed Dad the ring and he said, seriously, "Do you want a bigger one?" |