i want to be there, i truly, honestly, from the bottom of my swollen belly, want to be there. but somehow, i think that being there, is somewhere that i have to share.
i had a "double time" date tonight. booked back to back, hoping that there is a good time break in between the 2. one was with a work, mostly focused agenda and the other a somewhat social, yet, "seriously you called me on my bullshit shit" getting to know you, getting to know me kind of date. I LOVE IT.
the latter date didn't happen. as disappointed as i was, i was also relieved, to some degree i want to know this person. but i can't seem to shake it off that i wish i had met him somehow else. he's lovely.
and, so, to not get discouraged with the sudden bail out, i walked. i walked right out into the heart of the village. i took some pics, tilted heads with the commoners and then ended up with 4 shots of vodka, talking nothing into a napkin and hesitating with the bartender in woody's. *dancing only occurs during pride*
tomorrow, when i wake up, i will wish that i was in that place...
"good morning westyn, yep we're going downstairs, but we have to change that diaper."
-me;most mornings at 4:30AM.
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