Autumn Rising
It's not quite there yet, but I'm starting to feel it. It's still supposed to be a high of 90 this afternoon, like this whole summer has been (I left a whole state for this, I keep telling people...) but it's getting better. I've shut off the window AC, but not shut it down, which is also partially because of the passive aggressive arguement I had gotten into with my roommate. It's hot when I get out of work to take my nap, but at night I'm leaving the window open and it's pleasant. Some leaves are changing color in the trees. The weeds have stopped growing like crazy in the alley between the houses.
Last night when I left the coffee shop, I actually thought of walking back out to the bar. I had no real desire to drink, but the night was gorgeous. Or at least it was a welcome break from how it has been lately. Cool, quiet. The light was right. But I had just taken some Benadryl for my allergies, and that idea was all shot to hell. I did the social thing this last weekend anyway. I had a great time, don't get me wrong, but running on caffeine and 4 hour stretches of sleep and booze can only last for so long.
This weekend it was Metal for Mutts at Black Sky, which was an adoption event for puppies at the bar. Willie was already there when I woke up from my nap (shocker) playing with puppies. Interestingly, the littler ones were the ones trying to sneak licks of his beer, while the older ones were interested in more sober activities like catching bites of pizza and attention from the other people there. Then we did karaoke with Angel, because this is the last month she's doing it due to some slightly shitty decision making (in my opinion) onn Filip's part. Then we stayed up most of the night and messed around on the porch, crashed out on the couch. Or at least Willie did; I slept in the bed, because that's the loophole, that's the compromise for having my new boyfriend over when I still live with my ex-boyfriend.
Sunday I got up on time and fried up those potato balls I do, the papas rellenas, for the football thing we've started to do every week. I don't give a shit about football, but I'll go for some fantastic food, which there was last time--some gorgeous steaks from Marzycks, because one of the guys who comes works there, some Mexican carniceria marinated chicken, homemade cheese dip, pulled pork, a cheesecake with a pecan beer sauce and a Guinness chocolate sauce, etc. Football? Meh. But if I've got to pick a team, I'll be a Saints fan. Food, though, I'm always a fan. So we did that, wandered back towards home.
I never thought I'd be doing this particular things, especially on a weekend, because I've never been a weekend type person, but I'm finding it fun. I'm enjoying spending time with him, and it's even. Yes, I've gone to metal shows, which I did not think I would like at all, but the going was fun; the music is still taking some getting used to. I definitely didn't think I'd ever be doing a football thing each week. Up until now, I've only watched football accidently when I'd walk into Sobo expecting a quiet evening and the place is freakin' packed with Broncos fans. Fine...
I don't think he expected to go to Idaho Springs with me, though, or eat dinner on my porch. Or this afternoon (maybe, if it stays overcast) decorate for Halloween with my neighbors and friends. Halloween starts in mid-September now. That's what happened.
I'm getting in the mood for it. Last night it was probably good I forwent the going out. I needed to rest after the weekend. I was trying to stay up, what with the coffee and all, but with no particular agenda. Just think--years ago, the agenda was going to the coffeeshop. I did those things: reading, writing, decompressing. It's not that I haven't been lately, either. Truth be told, I'm reading a lot. I've never been one that lost the urge or desire for that. After this last book club book, though, I just haven't been in the noir mood like I had been, so I picked up an old Poppy Z. Brite book, Drawing Blood which is one I think I only read once. It's about a 90's hacker (so cute how people describe that sort of stuff), goth kids, Charlie Parker, New Orleans and the North Carolina country, murder. Perfect leading into Halloween season stuff. But as soon as I walked in the door of the coffee shop last night, I was floored by the guy sitting right in the center of the room with headphones on. Like, I stared so hard he noticed. He looked just like Thaer did when I first met him, but with tattoos, and slightly smaller eyes. But oh my god. Like, I definitely had to do a double take. I knew it wasn't him. He's in Jordan and married now, but looked just like him 12+ years ago. He certainly was freaking gorgeous. How things have changed, though--years and years and years later, and I'm ordering coffee and reading my worn paperback from my past, but this isn't my daily routine anymore. Work, trying to catch some sleep, more craft beer than I'd like to admit, a Russian ex-boyfriend and a metalhead new boyfriend. And we're all adults here. That's the weird part. You moved back home, Thaer. You're wearing khaki shorts and you're married of all things, and you take pictures of Middle Eastern sports cars. I'm in Denver, which lets me stay a little bit younger, I guess, because everyone is young here, so if I wanted to, I could black eyeliner out and wear my combat boots anywhere and not be looked at weird. I just wear them to work, though, because they give my ankles support and they're comfortable.
I'm enjoying re-reading this book. But it's dangerous. It's sucking me back into the 90's and how I felt back then, which wasn't bad. But you describe New Orleans that well, and all of a sudden I want to be there. I've already threatened Willie with it. I'm getting antsy. He has never been there, but he would love it. I know cheap ways of doing this city. It's too soon; we haven't been hanging out that long. But it seems like we really like each other, and we're definitely getting along. It's only a few days anyway. Whereas I have had some bonuses from work, I'm trying to be frugal with money. Getting back on the right track, the less broke paycheck to paycheck track. But with the weather changing, the mood I'm in... I could do New Orleans in a few weeks. I would like that. Maybe a Halloween miracle?
Last night when I left the coffee shop, I actually thought of walking back out to the bar. I had no real desire to drink, but the night was gorgeous. Or at least it was a welcome break from how it has been lately. Cool, quiet. The light was right. But I had just taken some Benadryl for my allergies, and that idea was all shot to hell. I did the social thing this last weekend anyway. I had a great time, don't get me wrong, but running on caffeine and 4 hour stretches of sleep and booze can only last for so long.
This weekend it was Metal for Mutts at Black Sky, which was an adoption event for puppies at the bar. Willie was already there when I woke up from my nap (shocker) playing with puppies. Interestingly, the littler ones were the ones trying to sneak licks of his beer, while the older ones were interested in more sober activities like catching bites of pizza and attention from the other people there. Then we did karaoke with Angel, because this is the last month she's doing it due to some slightly shitty decision making (in my opinion) onn Filip's part. Then we stayed up most of the night and messed around on the porch, crashed out on the couch. Or at least Willie did; I slept in the bed, because that's the loophole, that's the compromise for having my new boyfriend over when I still live with my ex-boyfriend.
Sunday I got up on time and fried up those potato balls I do, the papas rellenas, for the football thing we've started to do every week. I don't give a shit about football, but I'll go for some fantastic food, which there was last time--some gorgeous steaks from Marzycks, because one of the guys who comes works there, some Mexican carniceria marinated chicken, homemade cheese dip, pulled pork, a cheesecake with a pecan beer sauce and a Guinness chocolate sauce, etc. Football? Meh. But if I've got to pick a team, I'll be a Saints fan. Food, though, I'm always a fan. So we did that, wandered back towards home.
I never thought I'd be doing this particular things, especially on a weekend, because I've never been a weekend type person, but I'm finding it fun. I'm enjoying spending time with him, and it's even. Yes, I've gone to metal shows, which I did not think I would like at all, but the going was fun; the music is still taking some getting used to. I definitely didn't think I'd ever be doing a football thing each week. Up until now, I've only watched football accidently when I'd walk into Sobo expecting a quiet evening and the place is freakin' packed with Broncos fans. Fine...
I don't think he expected to go to Idaho Springs with me, though, or eat dinner on my porch. Or this afternoon (maybe, if it stays overcast) decorate for Halloween with my neighbors and friends. Halloween starts in mid-September now. That's what happened.
I'm getting in the mood for it. Last night it was probably good I forwent the going out. I needed to rest after the weekend. I was trying to stay up, what with the coffee and all, but with no particular agenda. Just think--years ago, the agenda was going to the coffeeshop. I did those things: reading, writing, decompressing. It's not that I haven't been lately, either. Truth be told, I'm reading a lot. I've never been one that lost the urge or desire for that. After this last book club book, though, I just haven't been in the noir mood like I had been, so I picked up an old Poppy Z. Brite book, Drawing Blood which is one I think I only read once. It's about a 90's hacker (so cute how people describe that sort of stuff), goth kids, Charlie Parker, New Orleans and the North Carolina country, murder. Perfect leading into Halloween season stuff. But as soon as I walked in the door of the coffee shop last night, I was floored by the guy sitting right in the center of the room with headphones on. Like, I stared so hard he noticed. He looked just like Thaer did when I first met him, but with tattoos, and slightly smaller eyes. But oh my god. Like, I definitely had to do a double take. I knew it wasn't him. He's in Jordan and married now, but looked just like him 12+ years ago. He certainly was freaking gorgeous. How things have changed, though--years and years and years later, and I'm ordering coffee and reading my worn paperback from my past, but this isn't my daily routine anymore. Work, trying to catch some sleep, more craft beer than I'd like to admit, a Russian ex-boyfriend and a metalhead new boyfriend. And we're all adults here. That's the weird part. You moved back home, Thaer. You're wearing khaki shorts and you're married of all things, and you take pictures of Middle Eastern sports cars. I'm in Denver, which lets me stay a little bit younger, I guess, because everyone is young here, so if I wanted to, I could black eyeliner out and wear my combat boots anywhere and not be looked at weird. I just wear them to work, though, because they give my ankles support and they're comfortable.
I'm enjoying re-reading this book. But it's dangerous. It's sucking me back into the 90's and how I felt back then, which wasn't bad. But you describe New Orleans that well, and all of a sudden I want to be there. I've already threatened Willie with it. I'm getting antsy. He has never been there, but he would love it. I know cheap ways of doing this city. It's too soon; we haven't been hanging out that long. But it seems like we really like each other, and we're definitely getting along. It's only a few days anyway. Whereas I have had some bonuses from work, I'm trying to be frugal with money. Getting back on the right track, the less broke paycheck to paycheck track. But with the weather changing, the mood I'm in... I could do New Orleans in a few weeks. I would like that. Maybe a Halloween miracle?