Gratitude, nostalgia and cupcakes
"Everything I believe to be beautiful about women, I first saw in you."
--Doogie Houser, M.D.
Season 4 Episode 18
^^^ OMG.
I am so deeply in love with Neil Patrick Harris.
Too bad he's FLAMING ghey. XDDD
-- Two nights ago Andy's school put on their annual musical. I went on the chance that he might be in it, though of course I had no idea if he was or not. It was a ten-dollar gamble, but I'd have done it for fifty. Mechanically I handed the ticket lady my money as my eyes devoured the playbill she handed me.
Cast
Some Character..........Some Kid
Some Character..........Some Kid
Some Character..........Some Kid
Mr. Harry McAphee.......Andy Chu
My heart bounced. I took my seat positively glowing with triumph.
He made me cackle aloud, catch my breath, and even squeeze out a tear or two. Everything I remembered about him from that dazing summer two years ago, every quirk, every gesture, every expression, his beautiful voice, his hair, his eyes...it was all the same, and more so, and it all came back in such a dizzying rush that I could scarcely breathe. When it was over and we both stood clapping - I at my seat, he on the stage - he glanced in my direction. Was it possible our eyes met for the briefest of moments? Did I really see him hesitate, his face changing as he looked at me? I felt my soul pouring into him across the distance, and I lifted my hand and sent him a gentle kiss. Then it was over, and I couldn't even tell if I had imagined it or if it was real.
Peter says Andy is the new Duncan. That cannot possibly be. I've spent two years avoiding that and I'm sure as hell not gonna stop now just for one evening awash with memories.
Today I arranged to have flowers sent to him, with a simple little card containing a few simple little words. I feel like a fool. Two fools. But somehow, I just had to do it. I want him to know that I was there and that he was awesome, just in case I imagined our eyes meeting. Seeing as how my heart was leaping out my nostrils I very well might have.
-- On a (somehow) unrelated note - spring fever is making me crazy, giddy and rambunctious. (And cute?? XD) New man in the life, although I've known him for years. Whirlwind! Shenanigans. Sweet, fun, nice. It is so intensely wonderful to be made to feel beautiful. And hey - if a bed has to get broken in the process, so fuckin' be it. >.> I love my life and I love my body and I apologize to NO ONE. So there.
-- Today I watched the sun rise from the counter of my new job at the Sisters McMullen cupcake corner, right smack in the heart of beautiful downtown Asheville. While it was still dark, I scribbled a poem on grocery notepad:
Thick fog, heavy with the scent of rain, permeates the darkness
Through the mist the courthouse slowly emerges like an enchanted castle in a fairytale
One fat gray pigeon struts down the deserted street all by himself
Until the sun rises, these glistening cobblestones
Are his paradise
Then the city came to life, and I along with it. A French vanilla cappuccino woke me thoroughly as I spent the rest of the day building boxes, singing along with the radio and serving cupcakes and soup.
The air is thick with spring. My body and heart are rejoicing. I am head over heels in love with humanity.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
♥
--Doogie Houser, M.D.
Season 4 Episode 18
^^^ OMG.
I am so deeply in love with Neil Patrick Harris.
Too bad he's FLAMING ghey. XDDD
-- Two nights ago Andy's school put on their annual musical. I went on the chance that he might be in it, though of course I had no idea if he was or not. It was a ten-dollar gamble, but I'd have done it for fifty. Mechanically I handed the ticket lady my money as my eyes devoured the playbill she handed me.
Cast
Some Character..........Some Kid
Some Character..........Some Kid
Some Character..........Some Kid
Mr. Harry McAphee.......Andy Chu
My heart bounced. I took my seat positively glowing with triumph.
He made me cackle aloud, catch my breath, and even squeeze out a tear or two. Everything I remembered about him from that dazing summer two years ago, every quirk, every gesture, every expression, his beautiful voice, his hair, his eyes...it was all the same, and more so, and it all came back in such a dizzying rush that I could scarcely breathe. When it was over and we both stood clapping - I at my seat, he on the stage - he glanced in my direction. Was it possible our eyes met for the briefest of moments? Did I really see him hesitate, his face changing as he looked at me? I felt my soul pouring into him across the distance, and I lifted my hand and sent him a gentle kiss. Then it was over, and I couldn't even tell if I had imagined it or if it was real.
Peter says Andy is the new Duncan. That cannot possibly be. I've spent two years avoiding that and I'm sure as hell not gonna stop now just for one evening awash with memories.
Today I arranged to have flowers sent to him, with a simple little card containing a few simple little words. I feel like a fool. Two fools. But somehow, I just had to do it. I want him to know that I was there and that he was awesome, just in case I imagined our eyes meeting. Seeing as how my heart was leaping out my nostrils I very well might have.
-- On a (somehow) unrelated note - spring fever is making me crazy, giddy and rambunctious. (And cute?? XD) New man in the life, although I've known him for years. Whirlwind! Shenanigans. Sweet, fun, nice. It is so intensely wonderful to be made to feel beautiful. And hey - if a bed has to get broken in the process, so fuckin' be it. >.> I love my life and I love my body and I apologize to NO ONE. So there.
-- Today I watched the sun rise from the counter of my new job at the Sisters McMullen cupcake corner, right smack in the heart of beautiful downtown Asheville. While it was still dark, I scribbled a poem on grocery notepad:
Thick fog, heavy with the scent of rain, permeates the darkness
Through the mist the courthouse slowly emerges like an enchanted castle in a fairytale
One fat gray pigeon struts down the deserted street all by himself
Until the sun rises, these glistening cobblestones
Are his paradise
Then the city came to life, and I along with it. A French vanilla cappuccino woke me thoroughly as I spent the rest of the day building boxes, singing along with the radio and serving cupcakes and soup.
The air is thick with spring. My body and heart are rejoicing. I am head over heels in love with humanity.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
♥