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Met up with Laurie, Csilla, and Chrissie in the park. We were going to attend a free concert, but the line dissuaded us.
Csilla and Chrissie told Laura about their trip.
I interrupted to tell something about me. Surprise surprise.
“Laurie, do you want any of the chocolate mountain?”
“No, not unless you want to take me to the hospital.”
“Oh yeah.”
“That’s one way to see if you’re still allergic.”
Laurie had multiple allergies and had been talking about getting tested to see if they were still in force. Since I had never lived with her, I kept forgetting all of them and offering foods that she should not have.
Laurie walked with Csilla and Chrissie to see her sister off while Laura and I made our way back to her apartment stopping to by groceries, see a drug store that used to be a roller-rink, buy an eggcream, buy wine in a whimsical wine shop (“This is a great wine to curl up with as you watch I Love Lucy.” Isn’t that great?).
Laurie joined us for dinner and coffee back at Laura’s.
“Here’s your coffee, and one for Laurie,” Laura said.
“Which is which?”
“Look down.”
I saw that mine had cream. Laurie is allergic. Ooohhhh yeah.
“Oops. Stupid question. Sorry Laurie. I swear I’m not trying to kill you.”
We went up to Laura’s roof to watch the sunset and get some pictures.
“I can’t believe you haven’t been up here yet,” Laura said.
“Well, I was waiting to do it with you, kid.”
We took photos of the spectacular view - Laura even going so far as to climb a ladder for a better look. She is fearless.
Then, we went to the lower, garden/dog-park level. Laurie said something about the love she felt for all of us.
“Awww.” We gave a big group hug and attempted to maneuver back to Laura’s like that but could not.
Patrick joined us for loaded questions (which is not very difficult with only two people and yet I still was 0 for 0. I tried to convince them that the lowest score won like in golf, but they were having none of it), Simpsons, and drinking.
Went out to drink at a local place. And by local, I mean walking distance. And there was a beach. But we quickly left that one for another bar.
I slapped Laura’s ass on the way, and she feigned indignation.
“I can’t believe you did that!”
“Yeah, because I have never slapped your ass before.”
“Yeah, seven years ago.”
“I did upstairs! What are you talking about?”
“Seven years!”
Whatever. She loved it.
Then, there was another slapping incident that I was not involved in.
“Apartment _____ is too violent for me,” Laurie said.
Laura and I walked Laurie to the subway station.
“You guys don’t have to wait with me. I’ll be fine.”
“Laurie, we’re not leaving you. We’re waiting right here,” Laura said.
“You guys don’t have to. Go on.”
“Nope,” Laura said.
“Of course we’ll stay,” I said. Actually, I was about to ask “Are you sure you’ll be ok?” when Laura said we would not leave. I think it’s this oblivious, guy thing, and as soon as Laura said it, I was like, “Oh of course we won’t.” That’s clearly what we should do. I was thankful she was there to stop me. I envy Laura that ability to discern what’s really going on and what to do.
For someone who wants to write, I am sometimes an appalling reader.
Anyway. While we waited for the train, Laura and I danced, and I sang part of that Magnetic Fields song again.
“Dance with me my old friend. Once before we go.
Let’s pretend this song won’t end. And we never have to go home.”
Even the subway… token guy/security guy? Chuckled at us from his booth.
The train came, and we waived goodbye to Laurie.
“You know what?” I told her on the walk back to her apartment.
“What?”
“You’re a good friend.”
“You too.”
Csilla and Chrissie told Laura about their trip.
I interrupted to tell something about me. Surprise surprise.
“Laurie, do you want any of the chocolate mountain?”
“No, not unless you want to take me to the hospital.”
“Oh yeah.”
“That’s one way to see if you’re still allergic.”
Laurie had multiple allergies and had been talking about getting tested to see if they were still in force. Since I had never lived with her, I kept forgetting all of them and offering foods that she should not have.
Laurie walked with Csilla and Chrissie to see her sister off while Laura and I made our way back to her apartment stopping to by groceries, see a drug store that used to be a roller-rink, buy an eggcream, buy wine in a whimsical wine shop (“This is a great wine to curl up with as you watch I Love Lucy.” Isn’t that great?).
Laurie joined us for dinner and coffee back at Laura’s.
“Here’s your coffee, and one for Laurie,” Laura said.
“Which is which?”
“Look down.”
I saw that mine had cream. Laurie is allergic. Ooohhhh yeah.
“Oops. Stupid question. Sorry Laurie. I swear I’m not trying to kill you.”
We went up to Laura’s roof to watch the sunset and get some pictures.
“I can’t believe you haven’t been up here yet,” Laura said.
“Well, I was waiting to do it with you, kid.”
We took photos of the spectacular view - Laura even going so far as to climb a ladder for a better look. She is fearless.
Then, we went to the lower, garden/dog-park level. Laurie said something about the love she felt for all of us.
“Awww.” We gave a big group hug and attempted to maneuver back to Laura’s like that but could not.
Patrick joined us for loaded questions (which is not very difficult with only two people and yet I still was 0 for 0. I tried to convince them that the lowest score won like in golf, but they were having none of it), Simpsons, and drinking.
Went out to drink at a local place. And by local, I mean walking distance. And there was a beach. But we quickly left that one for another bar.
I slapped Laura’s ass on the way, and she feigned indignation.
“I can’t believe you did that!”
“Yeah, because I have never slapped your ass before.”
“Yeah, seven years ago.”
“I did upstairs! What are you talking about?”
“Seven years!”
Whatever. She loved it.
Then, there was another slapping incident that I was not involved in.
“Apartment _____ is too violent for me,” Laurie said.
Laura and I walked Laurie to the subway station.
“You guys don’t have to wait with me. I’ll be fine.”
“Laurie, we’re not leaving you. We’re waiting right here,” Laura said.
“You guys don’t have to. Go on.”
“Nope,” Laura said.
“Of course we’ll stay,” I said. Actually, I was about to ask “Are you sure you’ll be ok?” when Laura said we would not leave. I think it’s this oblivious, guy thing, and as soon as Laura said it, I was like, “Oh of course we won’t.” That’s clearly what we should do. I was thankful she was there to stop me. I envy Laura that ability to discern what’s really going on and what to do.
For someone who wants to write, I am sometimes an appalling reader.
Anyway. While we waited for the train, Laura and I danced, and I sang part of that Magnetic Fields song again.
“Dance with me my old friend. Once before we go.
Let’s pretend this song won’t end. And we never have to go home.”
Even the subway… token guy/security guy? Chuckled at us from his booth.
The train came, and we waived goodbye to Laurie.
“You know what?” I told her on the walk back to her apartment.
“What?”
“You’re a good friend.”
“You too.”