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abraham lincoln had it easy when he went to pen the gettysburg address. saying "four score and seven years ago" sounds so much cooler than whatever it is that i can say.
but i had a better 2006-2007 than lincoln had an 1862-1863.
one year ago today, right at this MINUTE, i was sitting in an endless meeting with a client who. what? i forget my past so easily. i think a client who sold diabetes products? banking check cards? props to the people who sold life-saving items, but most of those clients who utilized the marketing services of my company were empty and meaningless. so i sat in that meeting, knowing that at 7pm matt's train would arrive into south station. i felt like vomiting the entire day, which probably doesn't sound so sweetheart of me, but here i was, about to spend honest-to-goodness Face Time with a person who meant so very much to me.
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his parents had arrived in boston the day earlier. to combat my queasiness, in between meetings i think i joked with him that the three of us had attended a red sox game. i joked about not picking him up at south station, essentially 'leaving him in the gutter' - we joked a lot back then and we still do now.
the weather gods of boston are cruel beasts - keeping the climate frigid until july, when walking outside is equivalent to splashing around in puddles. somehow, somehow his arrival in boston signalled the warmest bout of april weather i'd ever seen.
i got to south station an hour early and i tried to ease my nerves by going to this bar and ordering a shirley temple. it was a haggard commuter bar. i bought a copy of the globe and read baseball statistics that, with only 5 or 6 games knocked down, were essentially meaningless. i bought a copy of the bill bryson book on australia and then, with a few minutes to spare, situated myself against this ice cream stand fronted by intimidating teenagers.
when he exited his train, the strangeness wasn't there. i wasn't even surprised by his mannerisms or his face. and i loved him from the start. oh, i really did. we walked past colonial buildings of note and i'd chastise him when he didn't pay attention. we went to the hub pub for drinks and dinner and sat around the horseshoe-shaped bar while grisly locals watched the sox lose to the blue jays. i hid my face in my hands and hair and he thought i didn't like him. i was hiding because i couldn't get over any of it.
our first kiss, i spilled wine all over the carpet. only 15-20 of you know this. i wrote this majorly-filtered entry the day after it happened. there was a bottle of red wine, and a couch, and a precarious foot position. ten seconds into the kiss, i knocked red wine all over my dress, his pants, his computer, the floor. i didn't think it could recover, i worried it was a moment lost. he moved around the kitchen looking for salt to combine with water for a solution that'd fizz the stain out. i'll never forget his socked feet atop the kitchen tile.
the next day, i met his parents in a little place near government center. the day after that, he met mine at a restaurant in old city hall.
i want to cry even think about all of this because it means so much to me. i can't believe it's been a year. i'm so glad for livejournal, because i've documented everything to the best of my ability, but there is SO much unsaid. so much of it. and i never want to forget anything. i try to be detailed in entries for my own sake because i never want to forget an ounce of anything this boy has ever said and done. i'm tearing up as i write this! oh, jesus. i will never want for anything as long as matthew is in the world. i don't care where we live, i don't care how much money we have, i don't care about anything. i swear to you - as long as he is around, i will be happy. and i'll never take an instant of it for granted.
last april was my swan song in boston. this april i'm starting school in a month, i'm waiting on the print runs of two publications that'll contain silly-yet-important-to-me things that i've written, and i am engaged to a person i have loved more and more with every passing day. i don't even care what the future holds as long as it's him. and i want to be good to him - always. that's all i want.
this entry was actually supposed to be a lot funnier when i started it. maybe i'll write a funny one later. it feels too important to me now.
may 2006:
june 2006:
july 2006:
august 2006:
september 2006:
october 2006:
november 2006:
december 2006:
january 2007:
february 2007:
march 2007:
april 2007:
but i had a better 2006-2007 than lincoln had an 1862-1863.
one year ago today, right at this MINUTE, i was sitting in an endless meeting with a client who. what? i forget my past so easily. i think a client who sold diabetes products? banking check cards? props to the people who sold life-saving items, but most of those clients who utilized the marketing services of my company were empty and meaningless. so i sat in that meeting, knowing that at 7pm matt's train would arrive into south station. i felt like vomiting the entire day, which probably doesn't sound so sweetheart of me, but here i was, about to spend honest-to-goodness Face Time with a person who meant so very much to me.
+
=
his parents had arrived in boston the day earlier. to combat my queasiness, in between meetings i think i joked with him that the three of us had attended a red sox game. i joked about not picking him up at south station, essentially 'leaving him in the gutter' - we joked a lot back then and we still do now.
the weather gods of boston are cruel beasts - keeping the climate frigid until july, when walking outside is equivalent to splashing around in puddles. somehow, somehow his arrival in boston signalled the warmest bout of april weather i'd ever seen.
i got to south station an hour early and i tried to ease my nerves by going to this bar and ordering a shirley temple. it was a haggard commuter bar. i bought a copy of the globe and read baseball statistics that, with only 5 or 6 games knocked down, were essentially meaningless. i bought a copy of the bill bryson book on australia and then, with a few minutes to spare, situated myself against this ice cream stand fronted by intimidating teenagers.
when he exited his train, the strangeness wasn't there. i wasn't even surprised by his mannerisms or his face. and i loved him from the start. oh, i really did. we walked past colonial buildings of note and i'd chastise him when he didn't pay attention. we went to the hub pub for drinks and dinner and sat around the horseshoe-shaped bar while grisly locals watched the sox lose to the blue jays. i hid my face in my hands and hair and he thought i didn't like him. i was hiding because i couldn't get over any of it.
our first kiss, i spilled wine all over the carpet. only 15-20 of you know this. i wrote this majorly-filtered entry the day after it happened. there was a bottle of red wine, and a couch, and a precarious foot position. ten seconds into the kiss, i knocked red wine all over my dress, his pants, his computer, the floor. i didn't think it could recover, i worried it was a moment lost. he moved around the kitchen looking for salt to combine with water for a solution that'd fizz the stain out. i'll never forget his socked feet atop the kitchen tile.
the next day, i met his parents in a little place near government center. the day after that, he met mine at a restaurant in old city hall.
i want to cry even think about all of this because it means so much to me. i can't believe it's been a year. i'm so glad for livejournal, because i've documented everything to the best of my ability, but there is SO much unsaid. so much of it. and i never want to forget anything. i try to be detailed in entries for my own sake because i never want to forget an ounce of anything this boy has ever said and done. i'm tearing up as i write this! oh, jesus. i will never want for anything as long as matthew is in the world. i don't care where we live, i don't care how much money we have, i don't care about anything. i swear to you - as long as he is around, i will be happy. and i'll never take an instant of it for granted.
last april was my swan song in boston. this april i'm starting school in a month, i'm waiting on the print runs of two publications that'll contain silly-yet-important-to-me things that i've written, and i am engaged to a person i have loved more and more with every passing day. i don't even care what the future holds as long as it's him. and i want to be good to him - always. that's all i want.
this entry was actually supposed to be a lot funnier when i started it. maybe i'll write a funny one later. it feels too important to me now.
may 2006:
june 2006:
july 2006:
august 2006:
september 2006:
october 2006:
november 2006:
december 2006:
january 2007:
february 2007:
march 2007:
april 2007: