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An evening to make me crazy, with my sister's friend and one of my best, or at least most famous, to cheer me up. Now that was a good time, indeed. Especially when my famous best friend became my hero for an evening.
Yesterday I spent some much needed time with my neighbor love. We watched some old school television, which is basically what we do best, and then we talked and talkd until it was time to meet my breathing buddy. In Chelsea, raining hard, I jump out to hug him despite the pouring rain. It's just more fun that way. :) Then it was off to Ann Arbor, ready for some coffee and some reading...pretty much my favorite downtown experience.
"What do you wanna do?"
"Well, I am hungry."
*After a McDonald's run...*
"What do you wanna do?"
"Can we go to Borders?"
"NOOO."
But my breathing buddy glances my way and winks, and an hour later we're in Borders after some quality people watching at Starbucks.
"Black or white?"
"White or light blue?"
"Shorts or khakis?"
We all joined in on the fun, sitting in our little cove in a seemingly safe place.
"This was only .53 cents." Amazing. Windows all around, realizing that everyone there could probably hear us, but equally not caring.
"Umm, that person's gas tank door is open."
"Oh man!"
"Should I go shut it?" Five seconds later he's leaping up and outside.
"You're the man." Yes, you certainly are.
Then more people watching and then we're off to Border's. I get to stay until closing, while my two favorites discuss life and I read about Eli Wiesel's holocaust experience, after finishing Al Gore's explanation of global warming. The Border's workers try to tell us nicely that we have to leave, and so after a bathroom break we're outside. The raining has stopped for a while, and so we're walking across the diag on our way to the other side to see what is in store. I am quiet, and I walk quickly, and both of those things make the rest of the world, aka my favorites, a little concerned but I am over it.
We decide on some hookah, and after we choose a flavor, we're on the roof and kind of surrounded by people we know. No biggie, my neighbor love can handle it. We're having a good time, but our hookah, Margarita, is not exactly the best. I am content, and yet I am still pestered by my quietness. I was thinking about not thinking, and it kept me just that busy.
Tracing the water on the table, "I love 'Ren." After six or seven of these, I trace next to it, "I love Shane." In the part of the table where the moon, stars, and lights on the rooftop somehow managed to miss, I trace some more letters, unknown to my loves....I have a secret. No one sees, no one suspects.
"I have to pee." My neighbor love is inside, and I trace it again, still unknown, this time in the not so shaded part....I have a secret.
Finish the hookah, walk back across the diag. "I love you, I am just also more attractive than you." Breaking off from the chain, I continue to remember to think about not thinking. I am not thinking about that night when the four of us were here, when the three of us were last here.
Yesterday I spent some much needed time with my neighbor love. We watched some old school television, which is basically what we do best, and then we talked and talkd until it was time to meet my breathing buddy. In Chelsea, raining hard, I jump out to hug him despite the pouring rain. It's just more fun that way. :) Then it was off to Ann Arbor, ready for some coffee and some reading...pretty much my favorite downtown experience.
"What do you wanna do?"
"Well, I am hungry."
*After a McDonald's run...*
"What do you wanna do?"
"Can we go to Borders?"
"NOOO."
But my breathing buddy glances my way and winks, and an hour later we're in Borders after some quality people watching at Starbucks.
"Black or white?"
"White or light blue?"
"Shorts or khakis?"
We all joined in on the fun, sitting in our little cove in a seemingly safe place.
"This was only .53 cents." Amazing. Windows all around, realizing that everyone there could probably hear us, but equally not caring.
"Umm, that person's gas tank door is open."
"Oh man!"
"Should I go shut it?" Five seconds later he's leaping up and outside.
"You're the man." Yes, you certainly are.
Then more people watching and then we're off to Border's. I get to stay until closing, while my two favorites discuss life and I read about Eli Wiesel's holocaust experience, after finishing Al Gore's explanation of global warming. The Border's workers try to tell us nicely that we have to leave, and so after a bathroom break we're outside. The raining has stopped for a while, and so we're walking across the diag on our way to the other side to see what is in store. I am quiet, and I walk quickly, and both of those things make the rest of the world, aka my favorites, a little concerned but I am over it.
We decide on some hookah, and after we choose a flavor, we're on the roof and kind of surrounded by people we know. No biggie, my neighbor love can handle it. We're having a good time, but our hookah, Margarita, is not exactly the best. I am content, and yet I am still pestered by my quietness. I was thinking about not thinking, and it kept me just that busy.
Tracing the water on the table, "I love 'Ren." After six or seven of these, I trace next to it, "I love Shane." In the part of the table where the moon, stars, and lights on the rooftop somehow managed to miss, I trace some more letters, unknown to my loves....I have a secret. No one sees, no one suspects.
"I have to pee." My neighbor love is inside, and I trace it again, still unknown, this time in the not so shaded part....I have a secret.
Finish the hookah, walk back across the diag. "I love you, I am just also more attractive than you." Breaking off from the chain, I continue to remember to think about not thinking. I am not thinking about that night when the four of us were here, when the three of us were last here.