while you debate half empty or half full
okay, i have a TON of stuff to do today, but i need to write about the rest of my trip before i get super busy and another week goes by and i forget. not that i'll ever actually forget the trip, but i'd forget to write about it if i got too busy.
so, first, this boy is amazing. i love him. it feels like the most natural thing in the world to be able to say that to him. we just get along so well together, we're really comfortable with each other, and it feels like we just fit. he left me the sweetest note to read once i'd gotten on the bus to go home, and it made me very happy. he did lots of little sweet things for me all week, really, but he didn't have to do anything for me to be completely smitten. i kept looking at him and grinning the whole time i was there, because i was just so happy to be there with him. i miss him horribly already, and i won't see him again till may. :( but as soon as humanly possible, i'm going to go . . . somewhere, wherever such things are sold, and buy myself a headset so i can talk to him with skype all the time for free. any suggestions?
okay, i will stop raving about how much this boy makes me happy because i don't want to make everyone on my friends page barf simultaneously, and instead i'll just tell you about the rest of the trip. he had classes and labs tuesday, wednesday, and thursday mornings, so those were kind of low-key days, just hanging out afterwards and enjoying each other, watching more movies, making dinner together in the hostel kitchen, stuff like that. we rented the illusionist one night, employee of the month the next, monster house the first night, and then went to see dead silence on friday, so i've actually seen quite a few movies this week. let's see, on thursday i was tired of being in the room, so we went and explored the other direction of college street, winding up in little italy, and discovering that really, there are more pizza places in toronto than you could count. we ended up having dinner at this little restaurant/bar that didn't really look like anything special . . . until we had dessert, which was strawberry mango cheesecake and pretty much the most tasty thing EVER. mmmm. southside louie's on college street, if you're ever in toronto. friday, like i said, we went to the movies, then wandered around a bit more, stopping in a candy shop where i found some canadian pez for my mom, and briefly in the mall connected to the bus station, although we didn't actually do any shopping then.
we decided italian would be good for dinner, so we wandered back down college looking for a restaurant that was in our price range and had tortellini or ravioli on the menu, because i had a craving. we popped into one restaurant where there was a group of people waiting by the door to be seated, a group of servers standing around the back of the restaurant by the register, and no hostess in sight. we waited a few minutes, and no one even came to check the numbers of people in each party or anything. nothing. so we left, because really, if you can't even greet your customers as they come in, that doesn't give me high expectations for the service. but then, in total contrast, we were looking at the menus in the windows of this cute place across the street, when a waiter with a very enjoyable irish accent opened the door for us and invited us to come look at the menus and daily specials inside where it was warm. we went in and looked, but originally decided it was a little pricier than we wanted, so left, but ended up coming back because the waiter had been so friendly and the place really looked adorable. best decision ever. first, the waiter was delightful the entire time (sara, you really would have enjoyed him). at one point, brad said even he'd be eating out of the waiter's hand. :) and he gave us a basket of fresh bread on the table while we decided, and mmm it was delicious! we had the first basket gone within five or ten minutes, i'm sure. and! they had STRAWBERRY JUICE on the menu. *taste orgasm* :D i was thrilled to death with this place and had decided it was well worth the extra money long before we ever got our food. so again, if you're ever in toronto, i highly recommend langolino's.
then of course, it had started snowing while we were inside, so we had to walk back to the room to collect our stuff and then to the bus station in the snow. brrr. i did a good job of not crying at the bus station, although i entirely wanted to, because i didn't want to leave brad. i mean, yeah, we were doing the distance thing before anyway, but now that we've spent time together and seen and felt how well we go together, it's harder to not have that. month and a half till may, right? so anyway, i got on my bus at 9:30, and things were fine, if a little slow-going because of the weather. we got to customs around 1 am, and probably spent about 45 minutes there before we continued on to buffalo. and shortly after we left buffalo, our bus broke down. in the middle of nowhere, upstate new york, at about 3 in the morning. by this point i was way too tired to really care, so i just tried to rest while we waited for another bus to come pick us up and take us to a place where a new bus would be waiting for us. so we finally get on the third bus, and again, because of the weather, we were going really really slow. we didn't even reach syracuse till 6 in the morning. to give you an idea of how awful that is, the original bus schedule had me leaving toronto at 9:30 and getting in to new york city at 7:45. but it took 8.5 hours just to get to syracuse. *death* by the time we actually got to port authority it was 10:30 in the morning, and boy was i sick of the bus. but i had to hang around and wait till the next bus to mt. laurel, which left at 11:45, and i was finally home at my parents house around 1:30 pm. gah.
so not an enjoyable trip home, really. i think the worst part, for me, was that at some point while i was dozing, i started dreaming about brad, and half asleep, half awake, i moved to nuzzle him and give him a kiss . . . and then woke up because he wasn't there. i was so sad when i realized that. i miss him already. i miss being able to kiss and hug and cuddle him and all the more x-rated things we did, too. because yes, there was kissing and hugging and sex and sleeping next to each other nude and touching and tickling and laughing and caressing and getting to know each other's bodies. and it was wonderful and i only wish we'd had more time for all of it. and this is getting to be a tremendously long entry, and i really do have tons of things to do today, so i should be going. just wanted to let you all know how much i enjoyed this trip, and how it was so well worth it, no matter what kind of hassles the bus trips were. i love this boy and i miss him already, but i am so happy that we found each other. much love to all of you! i'll write again when i come up for air this week.
so, first, this boy is amazing. i love him. it feels like the most natural thing in the world to be able to say that to him. we just get along so well together, we're really comfortable with each other, and it feels like we just fit. he left me the sweetest note to read once i'd gotten on the bus to go home, and it made me very happy. he did lots of little sweet things for me all week, really, but he didn't have to do anything for me to be completely smitten. i kept looking at him and grinning the whole time i was there, because i was just so happy to be there with him. i miss him horribly already, and i won't see him again till may. :( but as soon as humanly possible, i'm going to go . . . somewhere, wherever such things are sold, and buy myself a headset so i can talk to him with skype all the time for free. any suggestions?
okay, i will stop raving about how much this boy makes me happy because i don't want to make everyone on my friends page barf simultaneously, and instead i'll just tell you about the rest of the trip. he had classes and labs tuesday, wednesday, and thursday mornings, so those were kind of low-key days, just hanging out afterwards and enjoying each other, watching more movies, making dinner together in the hostel kitchen, stuff like that. we rented the illusionist one night, employee of the month the next, monster house the first night, and then went to see dead silence on friday, so i've actually seen quite a few movies this week. let's see, on thursday i was tired of being in the room, so we went and explored the other direction of college street, winding up in little italy, and discovering that really, there are more pizza places in toronto than you could count. we ended up having dinner at this little restaurant/bar that didn't really look like anything special . . . until we had dessert, which was strawberry mango cheesecake and pretty much the most tasty thing EVER. mmmm. southside louie's on college street, if you're ever in toronto. friday, like i said, we went to the movies, then wandered around a bit more, stopping in a candy shop where i found some canadian pez for my mom, and briefly in the mall connected to the bus station, although we didn't actually do any shopping then.
we decided italian would be good for dinner, so we wandered back down college looking for a restaurant that was in our price range and had tortellini or ravioli on the menu, because i had a craving. we popped into one restaurant where there was a group of people waiting by the door to be seated, a group of servers standing around the back of the restaurant by the register, and no hostess in sight. we waited a few minutes, and no one even came to check the numbers of people in each party or anything. nothing. so we left, because really, if you can't even greet your customers as they come in, that doesn't give me high expectations for the service. but then, in total contrast, we were looking at the menus in the windows of this cute place across the street, when a waiter with a very enjoyable irish accent opened the door for us and invited us to come look at the menus and daily specials inside where it was warm. we went in and looked, but originally decided it was a little pricier than we wanted, so left, but ended up coming back because the waiter had been so friendly and the place really looked adorable. best decision ever. first, the waiter was delightful the entire time (sara, you really would have enjoyed him). at one point, brad said even he'd be eating out of the waiter's hand. :) and he gave us a basket of fresh bread on the table while we decided, and mmm it was delicious! we had the first basket gone within five or ten minutes, i'm sure. and! they had STRAWBERRY JUICE on the menu. *taste orgasm* :D i was thrilled to death with this place and had decided it was well worth the extra money long before we ever got our food. so again, if you're ever in toronto, i highly recommend langolino's.
then of course, it had started snowing while we were inside, so we had to walk back to the room to collect our stuff and then to the bus station in the snow. brrr. i did a good job of not crying at the bus station, although i entirely wanted to, because i didn't want to leave brad. i mean, yeah, we were doing the distance thing before anyway, but now that we've spent time together and seen and felt how well we go together, it's harder to not have that. month and a half till may, right? so anyway, i got on my bus at 9:30, and things were fine, if a little slow-going because of the weather. we got to customs around 1 am, and probably spent about 45 minutes there before we continued on to buffalo. and shortly after we left buffalo, our bus broke down. in the middle of nowhere, upstate new york, at about 3 in the morning. by this point i was way too tired to really care, so i just tried to rest while we waited for another bus to come pick us up and take us to a place where a new bus would be waiting for us. so we finally get on the third bus, and again, because of the weather, we were going really really slow. we didn't even reach syracuse till 6 in the morning. to give you an idea of how awful that is, the original bus schedule had me leaving toronto at 9:30 and getting in to new york city at 7:45. but it took 8.5 hours just to get to syracuse. *death* by the time we actually got to port authority it was 10:30 in the morning, and boy was i sick of the bus. but i had to hang around and wait till the next bus to mt. laurel, which left at 11:45, and i was finally home at my parents house around 1:30 pm. gah.
so not an enjoyable trip home, really. i think the worst part, for me, was that at some point while i was dozing, i started dreaming about brad, and half asleep, half awake, i moved to nuzzle him and give him a kiss . . . and then woke up because he wasn't there. i was so sad when i realized that. i miss him already. i miss being able to kiss and hug and cuddle him and all the more x-rated things we did, too. because yes, there was kissing and hugging and sex and sleeping next to each other nude and touching and tickling and laughing and caressing and getting to know each other's bodies. and it was wonderful and i only wish we'd had more time for all of it. and this is getting to be a tremendously long entry, and i really do have tons of things to do today, so i should be going. just wanted to let you all know how much i enjoyed this trip, and how it was so well worth it, no matter what kind of hassles the bus trips were. i love this boy and i miss him already, but i am so happy that we found each other. much love to all of you! i'll write again when i come up for air this week.