February 2006 Archives

Photo: Beau Hagberry.

I feel so wonderful right now. I had awoken from a bed that was not mine at around 12:00pm. We made breakfast and tea and cleaned up the kitchen a bit. The night before, I came over, took a shower and she went to the store for food. I had given her a few bucks to help out with the expenses. She got home, at the same time my shower was finished and we prepared dinner together: pasta. While the sauce cooked and the penne boiled, we ate exotic cheeses from eastern europe with crackers and talked about plants. We also talked about all her suitors that she wished would just go away. We had a lovely dinner and watched a movie on her bed afterwards - Schindler's List. We cuddled and watched the movie. I removed tears from her cheeks until my own cheeks were wet. The movie ended and we cried and cried and cried with each other, embraced. Turned off the movie and we talked about parts of our bodies and gave each other backrubs. We spent the night cuddled close next to each other and awoke with the cat nudging both of our shoulders with its cold, wet nose.

The above sounds like I'm in Love and spent the night with my girlfriend. Although, she's not my girlfriend, as far as I know and it's not so much that I'm in Love as that I'm feeling Love from this person, but I'm cognisant about the difference and this is probably why this all works. It feels good and it feels like it's been a very long time and I am thirsty. It's funny how so near in the past this was just somebody that I, "knew of" and now they are this close. I think I even saw an ex-girlfriend whom I have longed for so much while getting coffee not 15 minutes later and it didn't really make me mind - my heart didn't lose control, my adrenaline was kept in check. They seem so distant, just a stranger with a face I slightly recognize. The connection has been severed.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-- Dylan Thomas

I sent her this quote last night:

It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the knoll. He thought of the woman. Now he would have given all he had or ever might have to hold her warm in his arms, both of them wrapped in one blanket, and sleep. All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.

-- D. H. Lawrence, "Lady Chatterly's Lover"

Which is hard enough on a phone and she asked what book it was from. I told her. She told me she had read it - it was on her (small) bookshelf. I told her, I had no idea. To chalk this up to synchronicity. To the trickster.

No reply.

But I guess, it's not just any regular girl.

My (horribly scribbled) Version:

Love my life.

Went to see The Show is The Rainbow with TC. TC got drunk per usual and I feel uncomfortable and embarrassed by his actions. Tried to comfront him - failed. Again.

Got home, asked Syrie to hang out and we were supposed to watch movies, but after a little while of watching some footage she took earlier this week, Robin came over and we dressed up as crazy Hungarian peasants and went to the Super Ultra Walmart. In the parking lot, we heard the most odd, rattling. Turned out to be a car with a flat tire - the spare. The person parks the car into the parking lot and manages to run into a carriage in the almost-desolate parking lot (it was about 2:00am). He revved his engine for no reason for a while and we ran away inside.

We acted like weird Hungarians inside for what seemed to be an hour. Picking up all sort of odd things to buy: mini muffins. Beets. Pineapple. Lard. Miracle Whip. A single packet of Kool Aid. We found ourselves in the clothing department and I spotted some weird looking guy riffling through the woman's bras. Turned out to be the same guy with the flat. That made my night. Syrie decides to get lose and has someone working the store page Robin and I. "Mickae, paging, Mickae - the rest of your family is looking for you" We didn't hear the page, too busy wrestling with all the Valentine's stuffed animals and picking out novelty underwear. Found a hat that says, "Proud to be a" and then had the Repulbican Elephant logo. Almost picked that up for posterity. Syrie finally found us again and yelled at us for not answering the page.

We looked at our findings and decided what to take and what to leave. The Pineapple? mini muffins? Beets? Yes. They'll make it to the checkout counter. The lard, miracle whip and frozen pizza stayed in store, as we left these precious things around all the isles. The Coke display held the miracle whip and Lard. One of the stuffed animals got a frozen pizza.

We then decided to go to the Denver Diner and order food as Hungarians. We thought - busy enough to cause people to think, "WTF?!", but not busy enough to actually get noticed.

Before even sitting down, someone notices Syrie.

Syries trying to hide herself from that person and I notice some raver girl, freaking out and balling her eyes at my one o'clock. A riot. We decide to leave without ordering a we get into the car.

The girl's there again, talking - crying with one guy. Another car hits the car their near in the parking lot and both the guy and girl look at the other car, stupified. The girl hugs and kisses the guy goodbye and joins the guy in the car that just ran into the parked car.

The guy on the sidewalk has his mouth open in agast. He has just been ditched. Hard. He then looks at all of us, in our car, as if, wanting us to help. We were just waiting for all these cars to get out of our way. Too much. I bet if I go to the Denver Diner right now, I'll still see that same guy there, mouth agape.

Onto Tom's Diner on Colfax. Both Syrie and I know one waitress there, but who knows if she's working.

We get there, she is, so we try to play it cool.

The waiter completely believes we are Hungarian. Syrie is now the translater. The waiter asks what we want, Syrie mumbles something to us, we mumble something back and Syrie tells the waiter, "Tuna Melt", "Two Eggs, home fries, toast."

We are surrounded by pimps and the owners of wig shops. One table has a plastic cat they keep passing around. One person has white powder all over their face and a horrible wig. A girl sits close to us, alone, talking to herself.

We receive our food, and I act as if we're fighting and storm off the table to a different table for a while. Just to do it.

We pay our meal and walk out.

The waitress recognizes me and tells the waiter finally what was up - they both look at us as we get into the car.

We go back to Syries has and Robin leaves. Brett from downstairs joins us and we go through the pictures of the evening. Syrie, Brett and I fall asleep on Syrie's bed and I wake up 'round twelve and right this all out.

Syrie's version:

alex's text is in *, mine isn't

Got home after work and was bored and wound up. Asked alex to come over and watch a movie. Robin calls, she comes over. We decide to play foreigners in walmart yet again. What alex was unaware of, was the knowledge that Robin and I one day earlier went dressed like weirdos and bought a bunch of stretchy fabric and clothing dye.

So we dressed up as crazy Hungarian peasants and went to the Super Ultra Walmart in lakewood. In the parking lot, we heard a loud thumping rattling noise on the oncoming car. The car was driving on a flat tire, which was the spare. Weirdo parks the car and manages to run into a buggy in the almost-desolate parking lot (it was about 2:00am). He revved his engine for no reason for a while and we ran away inside.

We waddled in walmart, immediately getting those I-want-to-look-but-cant-because-its-rude stare. Robin goes straight for the pink cupcakes, and alex grunts something and throws them down. Robin picks them up and pouts and alex grunts in relative aproval. This continues for quite a while on all sort of items. Pineapple, beets, giant tubs of lard, 10 lb jug of miracle whip, a single koolaid packet, a red baron frozen pizza. Plastic straws were not allowed.

We then found ourselves in the clothing department and alex spotted some weird looking guy riffling through the woman's bras. i freak and break down laughing hysterically and run off. Absolutely was the wierdo who crashed into the shopping cart with the flat tire. I decide it is time for some action. I wonder up to the front of the store alone, leaving robin and alex picking through valentines. I am hugging dearly to my chest a bight pink box that says "girl time!" and it is filled with horrid pink stickers and pens and ribbons probably. I look like I am 12. In a horrid accent I say "I heev loost mey fomilee" over the intercom soon after "Miklos, paging, Miklos - the rest of your family is looking for you" and then aside to me, "don't worry they'll come." THey didn't hear the page, too busy wrestling with all the Valentine's stuffed animals and picking out novelty underwear. I finally found us again and yelled at them for not answering the page.

*We looked at our findings and decided what to take and what to leave. The Pineapple? mini muffins? Beets? Yes. They'll make it to the checkout counter. The lard, miracle whip and frozen pizza stayed in store, as we left these precious things around all the isles. The Coke display held the miracle whip and Lard. One of the stuffed animals got a frozen pizza. *

*We then decided to go to the Denver Diner and order food as Hungarians. We thought - busy enough to cause people to think, "WTF?!", but not busy enough to actually get noticed.*

Before even sitting down, someone from the next table over screeches my name and waves franticly, " Hi there syrie!" Cover blown, I turn red and hid under the menu.

alex notices some raver girl, freaking out and balling her eyes out. Its about 3am if not later. A riot. We decide to leave without ordering a we get into the car.

*The girl's there again, talking - crying with one guy. Another car hits the car their near in the parking lot and both the guy and girl look at the other car, stupified. The girl hugs and kisses the guy goodbye and joins the guy in the car that just ran into the parked car.

The guy on the sidewalk has his mouth open in agast. He has just been ditched. Hard. He then looks at all of us, in our car, as if, wanting us to help. We were just waiting for all these cars to get out of our way. Too much. I bet if I go to the Denver Diner right now, I'll still see that same guy there, mouth agape. *

Onto Tom's Diner on Colfax. Both alex and I know one waitress there, but who knows if she's working.

We get there, she is, so we try to play it cool.

The waiter completely believes we are Hungarian. I am translating for them. The waiter asks what we want, I mumbles something, they mumble something back and I tell the waiter, "Tuna Melt", "Two two egg, home frie, toast." He tries to ask what kind of toast we want and i just shrug my shoulders not understanding. he chose wheat.

We are surrounded by pimps and an owner of wig/stripper shop. One table has a plastic cat they keep passing around. One person has white powder all over their face with a black star and a horrible christmas treewig. A girl sits close to us, alone, talking to herself.

We receive our food, and alex acts as if we're fighting and storms off to a different table for a while. We pay our meal and walk out.

The waitress recognizes me and tells the waiter finally what was up - they both look at us as we get into the car.