judecorp | You tell me! You're the feelings teacher!

My goodness. I just went through 240+ friend entries. Gah.

I had a really wonderful, amazing weekend. It was the kind of weekend you just want to rewind and do over again, the kind of weekend that seems more like a chapter from a book or a scene from a movie than your real life.

M., thank you, extra special thank yous on top of the generous weekend thank yous, for being there for me on Sunday afternoon during a really hard time. I really like the story we're writing. A lot.

I'll recap lengthily. Skim for your name.

I ducked out of work at 2:30pm to get to the airport for 3ish (I park on West Campus). I got through the ticket line with no problems and went through security. They didn't check my bag, but they selected me for hand-wand-check. (They seemed to "randomly select" my entire line.) I beep /everywhere/ with a hand-wand: my ears, my necklace, the rivets on my jeans... the woman kept saying, "I'm sorry, I have to pat you down here," over and over. This woman felt up every inch of my body, breasts and all. Woot. I called Jennifer to laugh about it, at work. "Hey, guess what? I just got felt up!"

Flight was on time and I met up with a girl who had a big smile on her face. We had some serious quality time after she finished her portfolio. Heavenly.

We got up on Friday morning and drove to Boston, and the drive was perfect. We managed to hit zero traffic even though we left during rush hour. Hooray for the Merritt Parkway! We got to Boston in 4 flat, and I remembered to register for classes, and I called Coworker Velma to see if she'd remembered... she hadn't, and I saved the day. I dropped my girl off at her interview thinger and buzzed up to Somerville to catch up with Monika. She was late, so I read more of She's Come Undone and then we went to diesel cafe in Davis Square. While we were at diesel, my phone vibrated. My girl was upset, and I ran.

My cellphone died, so I scrambled around at Park Street trying to remember my old calling card number (that is attached to Aaron's phone) so I could call Melissa (my former boss) and break out plans. After cancelling with Melissa, I got back to Symphony and ran back to the parking garage to do damage control with a beautiful woman. Poor girl.

We went to Jenn and Wiley's and eventually had pizza with Shani Jean, Matty Jean, Chris and Jess. I was starving and ate about 600 pounds of Pepperidge Farm Goldfish ("the wholesome snack that smiles back until you bite their heads off") until the pizza came. Red Planet was on tv. Carrie-Anne Moss in a tank top. (That was for you,

noog!)

Saturday M. and I drove to Rhode Island to have lunch with my Daddy. He was Classic Dad, but I am pleased to report he looked /great/. My goodness, you would never know they pulled his heart out two months ago. He looked really really good, I was so happy. He said Jennifer looked like a librarian, made some Asian ethnic slurs at the Chinese restaurant, took pictures with his silly digital camera, talked about "shady nuns" and the "gory details" of my life and gave Jennifer a hug at the end. Oh, did I mention that he told my girlfriend that she got "bent over the counter and fucked" when he found out how much her watch costs? Gotta love Dad. I owe The Girl big time, both for driving me down and for putting up with him.

We got back to Boston and went to dinner and then to Improv Asylum, which was pretty damned funny. I really liked being able to hold my girl's hand and have her kiss me during blackouts. Hee. Chuck and Eileen came out, and they /never/ come out, so I felt all honored and stuff. And I saw my Carol Jean and her William, and That Red Head. They did a spoof of "Proud to be an American" that was /very/ American and I laughed my little "feelings teacher" head off. Jennifer squeezed my hand throughout the therapist humor. She wins.

(Exclusive joke time: You think I'm an a-hole? What's an f-in job? K my A!)

We went out for gelati and drinks after improv and my girl was starting to get cranky from her sickyness (which, *cough* I gave ger *cough* *sputter* sorry), so I was relieved when we went back to J&W's and got into bed. (Mmm, bed. Bed is nice. Bed with girl is nicest.) In the morning it was off to JP for brunch and I had the yummiest peanut butter pancakes with bananas on top (thanks to Matty Jean for the recommendation!) and lots of coffee. Rachel came out for brunch, which was nice. I hadn't seen her in a while. I wasn't sure if she was going to get my message in time.

The Girl and I had a good hour-long whispered heart-to-heart after brunch about some things that had happened on Saturday night, and it just reinforced wholeheartedly how much I need/want/enjoy communication with a partner. I always know where I stand with her, and she with me, and there's never a wonder of "I wonder if everything is okay." Thank you.

We drove back on Sunday afternoon. We laughed nearly the entire way, sometimes side-splitting, belly-hurting laughter. I'm really enjoying the fact that we're such great friends. Driving in a car is not the same without holding her hand, kissing her hand, nibbling on knuckles (are you nauseated yet?), tickling the hair at the nape of her neck... We stopped at a rest stop in Connecticut and we were still laughing from the drive. Reason to Like Girls #48745 -- you can lean against a restroom wall with your SO and continue giggling while you wait for the stalls to free up.

Back to New Jersey on Sunday night. We were like mad angels, crashing at 10pm or so. Up at 6 to head to the airport with plenty of time to spare. Time she spent waiting with me, pondering the logistics of stealing her and hiding her in my carry on. Finished She's Come Undone (it was /wonderful/!), went to work, got home at 7:30ish.

I'm beat. But I have to mail a letter I wrote to M. at work, and unpack. And call a girl.