Transcontinental

A truly eventful few weeks. Boston proved dangerous; I should have gotten the stitches across the bridge of my nose caused by the gash in my face from the glasses that broke whilst wearing them. NYC proved disappointing. I should have left after I felt the weariness caused by my friend’s negative perspective on everything. As well as her pot addiction.

Sam got married yesterday. Before even greeting me he stated his disappointment on the nullification of our marriage pact. I just laughed. If only to have heard that 15 years ago. And before the wedding I went to SF to spend 15 minutes with Dave and give him little kisses and well wishes on his motorcycle adventure to WA, where I will probably see him in two weeks. Very eventful week, indeed. 

Making Love at Midnight?

I recently met with the man I love in San Diego and proposed to him at a bar. In this drunken margarita stupor, I realized what a huge mistake I’d made and that it was too late to take it back. So there we both were, in a sun-drenched bar with my sun-kissed man following a walk on the beach. There it was where I heard an answer I didn’t want to hear to a question I didn’t want to ask.