I'm HOME!
Wow, LJ went under for maintenance just in the time it took to copy-paste this from Word. I have such sucky timing. Guess I'll hit post when I wake up.
I love Southwest. Their boarding system is so simple and so utterly the best way to fly, and it leads to me getting window-exit-row seats (SCORE!) and anyway I think their new leather seats are the comfiest seat design of any airline I’ve ever flown (coach, at least). Also, SeaTac is such a nicer airport than LAX. It’s not fantastic on the world scale of incredible airports, but LAX feels so cramped and claustrophobic and ugly and old, and the you step out of the gate in Seattle and into big broad well-lit concourses with the shiny tiles and the little copper fish in the floor. And it’s like, “The fish! I’m home!”
So I got home and got my bags and Mom, Constance and I waited for Dad to drive up. And there was water falling from the sky! And a ceiling of solid grey from horizon to horizon. It was cold, and we were huddled together making jokes about Antarctic penguins, and then we ate and went to Costco and came home and did last-minute Christmas stuff and put on It’s a Wonderful Life. And it’s just… I missed Seattle, and I missed the rain and the grey and the crisp cold clean feeling and I missed the airport with the little copper fish and Mom’s little Prius and the yummy samples at Costco and our little stinky wiggly puppy. I forget how much I just enjoy being around Mom and Constance. They are just funny, funny people and we get each other, in casual conversation. There’s a lot of subject matter we don’t share, but this fundamental underlying sense of humor and way of looking at the world and I just love being around them.
Which is to say that I’ve been nothing but sold giddy slightly hysterical squee since I landed. I am so desperately resistant to change and attached to things, to places and routines and even things like the feel of the weather. I think I’m adapting to LA incredibly well given my basic personality, and I think it’s been good for me in a lot of ways, but just being HOME takes this huge weight off my shoulders that I didn’t even realize I was carrying and it makes me giddy and happy and lightheaded.
So Dustin and I were eating dinner last night, and we were right by the register in the back, and this one guy was manning the register all night long. And he was SO PRETTY. '5-"10ish, slender, with gorgeous large eyes and clear caramel skin and his hair in this thick, healthy, shiny black braid all the way down to his ass. And probably gender-queer as all getout, between the tendrils of hair around his face and his shiny lipgloss and those very ass-conscious jeans. I have never seen such a perfectly androgynous face (and oh how pretty it was), and am saying guy based only on his chest and shoulders (mm) and his utterly fantastic hands.
Yes, it has been 24 hours now and I am still perving on random-waitperson. Yes, I need to get laid. Shut up, he was perfect.
So tomorrow I will be getting up and finishing up some beta obligations (sorry desertport, I promise!) and doing my own writing. Then when parents are at church I’m going to be a present-wrapping maniac whirlwind, and then they’ll get home and the entire house will be taken over by a frenzy of baking. Then it’s Christmas!
I love Southwest. Their boarding system is so simple and so utterly the best way to fly, and it leads to me getting window-exit-row seats (SCORE!) and anyway I think their new leather seats are the comfiest seat design of any airline I’ve ever flown (coach, at least). Also, SeaTac is such a nicer airport than LAX. It’s not fantastic on the world scale of incredible airports, but LAX feels so cramped and claustrophobic and ugly and old, and the you step out of the gate in Seattle and into big broad well-lit concourses with the shiny tiles and the little copper fish in the floor. And it’s like, “The fish! I’m home!”
So I got home and got my bags and Mom, Constance and I waited for Dad to drive up. And there was water falling from the sky! And a ceiling of solid grey from horizon to horizon. It was cold, and we were huddled together making jokes about Antarctic penguins, and then we ate and went to Costco and came home and did last-minute Christmas stuff and put on It’s a Wonderful Life. And it’s just… I missed Seattle, and I missed the rain and the grey and the crisp cold clean feeling and I missed the airport with the little copper fish and Mom’s little Prius and the yummy samples at Costco and our little stinky wiggly puppy. I forget how much I just enjoy being around Mom and Constance. They are just funny, funny people and we get each other, in casual conversation. There’s a lot of subject matter we don’t share, but this fundamental underlying sense of humor and way of looking at the world and I just love being around them.
Which is to say that I’ve been nothing but sold giddy slightly hysterical squee since I landed. I am so desperately resistant to change and attached to things, to places and routines and even things like the feel of the weather. I think I’m adapting to LA incredibly well given my basic personality, and I think it’s been good for me in a lot of ways, but just being HOME takes this huge weight off my shoulders that I didn’t even realize I was carrying and it makes me giddy and happy and lightheaded.
So Dustin and I were eating dinner last night, and we were right by the register in the back, and this one guy was manning the register all night long. And he was SO PRETTY. '5-"10ish, slender, with gorgeous large eyes and clear caramel skin and his hair in this thick, healthy, shiny black braid all the way down to his ass. And probably gender-queer as all getout, between the tendrils of hair around his face and his shiny lipgloss and those very ass-conscious jeans. I have never seen such a perfectly androgynous face (and oh how pretty it was), and am saying guy based only on his chest and shoulders (mm) and his utterly fantastic hands.
Yes, it has been 24 hours now and I am still perving on random-waitperson. Yes, I need to get laid. Shut up, he was perfect.
So tomorrow I will be getting up and finishing up some beta obligations (sorry desertport, I promise!) and doing my own writing. Then when parents are at church I’m going to be a present-wrapping maniac whirlwind, and then they’ll get home and the entire house will be taken over by a frenzy of baking. Then it’s Christmas!