An unexpected phone call
I’ve been slacking when it comes to LJ. I’m trying to keep up but it’s just difficult. You know with the desk job where I don’t actually do anything and all.
Two weeks ago, well almost, I got a phone call at 2:30 AM. I was awake and doing laundry. It was a Sunday morning, Justin was still winding down from Garou. The call was from AJ.
After the formalities
AJ: Hey, what are you up to?
Me: Laundry, exciting neh?
AJ: Sure sounds it. Ming if I interrupt?
Me: Not really, what’s up?
AJ: I’m in Philly and stuck at the train station until 6 AM. Feel like keeping me company.
Me: I’d love to. On my way.
A quick bit of hygiene later I was running out the door.
Justin: Where are you off to.
Me: Going to see AJ.
Justin: *Blink* wha... shit.
I parked in the spot for the Executive Director of Maintenance or some such and headed inside. It took a bit of wandering but I found her. Hugs and hellos were exchanged. We hopped in my car and I parked a block or so away. She turned around, presenting a backpack to me, and told me to take a beer. She didn’t ask if I wanted one, just told me I was drinking.
I pulled out a PBR. I told her next time I was buying; I like my beer to have flavors resembling “Good.”
We chatted about all sorts of things. I drank enough in the first hour to get tipsy and slowly sobered up until it was time for her to leave. I wrote myself an email when I got home, but don’t remember 90% of what it’s supposed to remind me of.
AJ
2:30
Giant Amazonian Squirrels
trains
exes and currents
each other
beer
music
parties
Germans
books & sharpies
pot
Canada
retirement/ past next week
Obvious AJ and 230 are easy enough to figure out. I know there was a point when we were stargazing and discussing giant Amazonian squirrels. It came from a discussion about her wanting to cut off a boob to make work easier.
A good hours worth of conversation involved trains. Life on them and riding them and so forth.
We talked about my exes and my current love interest. We talked about her current guy (same guy she started dating a month after she and I broke up. They’re happy, but mostly ‘cause they never see each other.)
We reminisced about our relationships and talked about how fun it is to tell “us” stories. She prefers the time we broke the steel framed bed. I prefer the time we got applause. We both enjoy the museum story.
We discussed beer, probably the same reason we discussed trains. It was there.
I’ve no idea what we said about music. Probably my change in tastes to more folky stuff.
Also lost with Parties and Germans.
I remember her handing me a book and a sharpie and asking me to write something down so she could remember it. Sober, I don’t know it was the best of ideas. Perhaps she keeps the book close.
We discussed Canada which always leads to pot. She ensured she still had dibs on being the first person to get me baked. I told her she did. I’m sure that’ll be a fun day, if it ever arrives. She’s not cheap with what she buys.
It was a damn good night and I’m glad I spent the time out. I needed a bit of an edge killer.
She heard plenty about the new love interest, she approves greatly. She says she hopes I’m treated better than most women in the past have treated me, including her.
Sweet heart, if you’re reading this, I love you and hope you’re well.