Act natural

( Monday, Feb. 09, 2004 11:16 am )

>I can sum it all up in one word: indescribeable

Sixteen days! It's been a while. This morning I am eating some delicious on-sale mango yogurt (meant for Latinos, apparently. I do love the Goya as well). Last night Call called me at work to tell me he had both chicken-in-a-bag (one of those frozen stir fry type things) and toilet paper, the thought of which, combined of course with the Joy of Call, made me very happy and nice to everyone for the rest of my shift til I could go over and see my boy, who had a beer open for me when I got there. Ah, nice. I am so crazy in love with that boy. We watched most of the Grammys waiting for Hey Ya, which is the song we listened to 25 times a day in the car in Miami, eventually dissecting and discussing the lyrics at length, all up and down US Route 1.

Ah, Miami. I don't even know how to sum it all up except that we had a lovely time and drove around like crazy, in Miami, to the gulf coast, and to the Keys, and ate Cuban food, and saw the southernmost point and the Hemmingway house in Key West (featuring 60 cats and several extremely folksy tour guides who focused a little too much attention on the cats). I looked for "I got shitfaced with Hemmingway" t-shirts and pickled sharks, but found neither. We listened to a lot of radio, and he sang along to many top 40 hits of yesteryear in a falsetto voice that cracked me up, and we watched the Super Bowl in a little bar in Deer Key, where we got drunk before the first quarter and THEN got carded when the free jello shots started coming around, everytime there was a score. And we spent an entire day lying on the near-deserted, near-perfect beach at Key Biscayne, where it was sunny and 80 degrees and the water was blue-green. That was last Monday. This Monday, I find myself impatiently waiting for my pictures to be developed, making valentines, and preparing for yet another day of wage slavery.

And that was another thing, one night, driving home from the Keys to Miami, he started to talk to me about my ambitions and plans and current job--nicely--but I just feel terrible when I think about how I don't really know what to do next, and even worse when I talk about it, so...I started to cry. The crazy thing is that I haven't cried, at all, in about two years. I was beginning to think that I was probably feeling what it's like to be a man, because nothing could move me to tears. I used to cry all the time, especially in college, but I just sort of lost the knack of it. Until Florida. But anyway, I blame the pill. Besides that, though, it felt kind of a relief to know that I was still capable of crying.

In conclusion, Miami was warm and lovely; the Keys were even better; I love love love Call like a fat kid loves cake (or, indeed, like I love cake).

Also, I think this Friday me and the girls of Big Chain Books are going to go out and dance, which I am very much looking forward to. And then Saturday is V-Day, and though we are both broke and will probably rent a DVD, I may have mentioned how I luuuuuuurve him, so it don't matter none.

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