deep in the heart of texas.
i'd move to austin tomorrow.
i had the most amazing vacation ever. relaxing and spending time with my best friend, who, man, is the most awesome person on earth. we walked everywhere, got sunburned, spent an hour and a half sitting on the side of the spring not even talking at all, watched "the west wing," tried tons of texan beers, picked out books together and then laid in our beds and read for hours in the air conditioning, sang 90s alternative songs along with the videos in a sold-out theater, stressed about souvenirs, took photobooth pictures, watched iron chef, planned our young-adult novel, talked about our band, took awkward pictures, took adorable pictures, double over laughing, ate a ton of mexican food...
seriously, that was the best week ever. i hate being back. the R1 was all messed up and a train just didn't run and i waited forever and ugh, philadelphia.
the only crappy thing about having a dude as a best friend--and, like, the finish-each-other's-sentences, think-all-the-same-things, tell-him-everything, know-all-my-stories best friend, the grab-my-hand-on-the-airplane-without-even-asking best friend--is that i feel increasingly like one day that is going to have to be gone--or at least scaled back. like it's kind of been when i've been in relationships. either a) we end up in relationships with other people and this necessitates our friendship growing apart, b) we somehow meet the only dude and lady on earth who would not be jealous, or c) we end up together somehow. it's not like with a girl best friend. we won't always be going on vacations together, having sleepovers, taking each other to weddings.
it feels weird to be all alone now. when it's dark there's no one to laugh when i say "i'm trying to think of what the worst book that could ever possibly be written is." and then throw out suggestions with me for half an hour before we actually say goodnight.
so: here's to hetero lifemates.
i had the most amazing vacation ever. relaxing and spending time with my best friend, who, man, is the most awesome person on earth. we walked everywhere, got sunburned, spent an hour and a half sitting on the side of the spring not even talking at all, watched "the west wing," tried tons of texan beers, picked out books together and then laid in our beds and read for hours in the air conditioning, sang 90s alternative songs along with the videos in a sold-out theater, stressed about souvenirs, took photobooth pictures, watched iron chef, planned our young-adult novel, talked about our band, took awkward pictures, took adorable pictures, double over laughing, ate a ton of mexican food...
seriously, that was the best week ever. i hate being back. the R1 was all messed up and a train just didn't run and i waited forever and ugh, philadelphia.
the only crappy thing about having a dude as a best friend--and, like, the finish-each-other's-sentences, think-all-the-same-things, tell-him-everything, know-all-my-stories best friend, the grab-my-hand-on-the-airplane-without-even-asking best friend--is that i feel increasingly like one day that is going to have to be gone--or at least scaled back. like it's kind of been when i've been in relationships. either a) we end up in relationships with other people and this necessitates our friendship growing apart, b) we somehow meet the only dude and lady on earth who would not be jealous, or c) we end up together somehow. it's not like with a girl best friend. we won't always be going on vacations together, having sleepovers, taking each other to weddings.
it feels weird to be all alone now. when it's dark there's no one to laugh when i say "i'm trying to think of what the worst book that could ever possibly be written is." and then throw out suggestions with me for half an hour before we actually say goodnight.
so: here's to hetero lifemates.