What's Her Face
This entry goes out to Caitlin, a.k.a. What's Her Face, who I met tonight, and who helped me get home, for without which I would have been lost in the city (even though I live there) all night. You were a fellow good samaratin (I never had one for me before) and a fellow late-nighter. You were pretty, and cool, and smart, and you liked movies and parties and apparently late nights and gay boys who were "not too gay" and we got along and you probably saved a part of my life. This entry goes out to you, since I probably won't ever see you again, as unfortunate as that is. You and me helped each other in our drunkenness and bonded over what we had in common, which was a lot. I will truly miss you; you were awesome, and even if in your soberness, if you forget about me - that tall gay black boy you looked for the uptown (1) train with - I wll never forget you, because you were a savior, at the right time, in the right place. Thanks Caitlin, I wish you all the best, and I wish I knew that was your real name for sure. Thanks for helping this lost lonely little boy find his way home...in more ways than one. I really hope I see you again...