swingin'
I went to a co-worker's house yesterday evening to hang out with a bunch of people from work. Three of them are mothers, and they brought their kids, so I ended up spending most of my time there playing with an infant, two toddlers, and a four-year-old. I think I enjoyed them a lot more than the adults. Everyone was cooking and drinking and watching movies until it got dark and we played with some fireworks. It was all pretty normal 4th of July stuff, I guess. At one point I actually spent about half an hour just sitting on a couch holding the infant. He was very quiet and calm and I just whispered songs to him the whole time. This made me think of Mika, so I was kind of sad, but it was also by far the best part of that get-together. We shot off fireworks and then I left at a little before ten.
This place was on the other side of the city, so I had a long drive home, and all the way there were fireworks going off. I'm not talking about little piddly fireworks in neighborhood yards. I was taking the expressway through the middle of the city and there were huge, colorful, explosions going off in the sky all around me for miles. I guess that's not uncommon in large cities on the 4th, but I'd never actually seen anything like it. I've always been used to one or two big displays going on in a town. But there were huge bursts of light and colored cinders falling everywhere. It was surreal. It was beautiful.
Charlie called as I was heading home. She wanted me to come meet her and some friends at Rebar, so I did. She was there with three of her friends. We spent an hour or so sitting on this huge couch that practically swallowed us and listening to a fairly decent band that made me think of The New Pornographers. A couple of Charlie's friends that I'd never met before seemed a bit uncomfortable about me at first, probably because I'm a guy, but after an hour we were chatting and laughing and having a great time. They were pretty curious about my lesbian experiences, and I was pretty relaxed and open. After a while we went downtown to Club Rive and got a hookah. The smoke and mist tasted like apples and green tea. The place was dark and the music was as smooth as the smoke and we all talked about psychology for a while. Then they had me describe the time line of the universe (which I've become very good at describing to starry-eyed girls), which reminded me of New Orleans. It was nice because I was too relaxed and mellowed to be nervous about having the attention and I felt kind of cool. So then we danced for a while and I blushed a lot because they were kind of wild (for me, anyway). They, like most girls, found my blushing to be pretty amusing, so they started just trying to do anything they could to make me turn red.
After that it was pretty late, but we were all having a great time together so they had me swing by my place to pick up the first season DVDs of "Dead Like Me" and we went to Charlie's house. We made a sort of pallet on the floor with blankets and pillows and all piled on to watch the show. I was eventually the last person still awake, and so I started thinking about the girl that I like. This kept me up for a while. I dreamed about her after I did fall asleep, but the dream was somewhat frenetic and I don't remember much of it. I woke up with a girl kind of sprawled across me. I guess it would have been pleasant, but I wanted so badly for it to be someone else. But she wasn't there. She wasn't with me for what was probably one of the most awesome nights ever, and she wasn't lying across me asleep when I woke up, and that really depressed me. I quietly got up and got in my car and drove home, thinking about her and longing for her more and more the entire time. Everything pleasant reminds me of her and everything reminds me of how far away she is.
This place was on the other side of the city, so I had a long drive home, and all the way there were fireworks going off. I'm not talking about little piddly fireworks in neighborhood yards. I was taking the expressway through the middle of the city and there were huge, colorful, explosions going off in the sky all around me for miles. I guess that's not uncommon in large cities on the 4th, but I'd never actually seen anything like it. I've always been used to one or two big displays going on in a town. But there were huge bursts of light and colored cinders falling everywhere. It was surreal. It was beautiful.
Charlie called as I was heading home. She wanted me to come meet her and some friends at Rebar, so I did. She was there with three of her friends. We spent an hour or so sitting on this huge couch that practically swallowed us and listening to a fairly decent band that made me think of The New Pornographers. A couple of Charlie's friends that I'd never met before seemed a bit uncomfortable about me at first, probably because I'm a guy, but after an hour we were chatting and laughing and having a great time. They were pretty curious about my lesbian experiences, and I was pretty relaxed and open. After a while we went downtown to Club Rive and got a hookah. The smoke and mist tasted like apples and green tea. The place was dark and the music was as smooth as the smoke and we all talked about psychology for a while. Then they had me describe the time line of the universe (which I've become very good at describing to starry-eyed girls), which reminded me of New Orleans. It was nice because I was too relaxed and mellowed to be nervous about having the attention and I felt kind of cool. So then we danced for a while and I blushed a lot because they were kind of wild (for me, anyway). They, like most girls, found my blushing to be pretty amusing, so they started just trying to do anything they could to make me turn red.
After that it was pretty late, but we were all having a great time together so they had me swing by my place to pick up the first season DVDs of "Dead Like Me" and we went to Charlie's house. We made a sort of pallet on the floor with blankets and pillows and all piled on to watch the show. I was eventually the last person still awake, and so I started thinking about the girl that I like. This kept me up for a while. I dreamed about her after I did fall asleep, but the dream was somewhat frenetic and I don't remember much of it. I woke up with a girl kind of sprawled across me. I guess it would have been pleasant, but I wanted so badly for it to be someone else. But she wasn't there. She wasn't with me for what was probably one of the most awesome nights ever, and she wasn't lying across me asleep when I woke up, and that really depressed me. I quietly got up and got in my car and drove home, thinking about her and longing for her more and more the entire time. Everything pleasant reminds me of her and everything reminds me of how far away she is.