Musings

[judecorp]

I watched you.

You weren't around much, not around where I was, but occasionally you would flit back to where we were standing, laughing about NKOTB and other assorted girlishness.

But occasionally I would drift into other places - downstairs, for example, and I would find a little corner and just see what you were doing. Or my eyes would follow you as you walked away.

Breathtaking, I tell ya. Lucky me.

~//~

For as long as I live, you know, I will remember the look on your face when you tried desperately to pull my internal frame pack out of the trunk of your car with both hands.

And then the look when I reached in one-handed, snatched it out, and slung it over my shoulder. That one was priceless, too.

Rowr. Hee.

~//~

The smell of you, my dear friend, is like coming home. Like the smell of paprika on homefries cooking on Grandpa's stove, the smell of soft lilac and your skin makes me feel like we're back in college. And I keep waiting for the part where we climb into our bunkbeds and make each other laugh all night. Or fight over the bathroom. Or race out the door to catch the Blue Beetle.

I love when I come back from trips when I stay with you, because sometimes my stuff smells like our dorm room used to. And for a few minutes, I'm 20, and you're 20, and we're going to see David Reilly walking down the path, or maybe Colm Reilly, or Nathan Stith, or mmmmm. John DelVecchio. And who was that other boy I liked who (of course) didn't like girls? Oh yeah, John Flynn.

I've missed the smell of you. And your smile.

~//~

Diners are a gift from Heaven. There may be "diners" all over the country, but the only real diners are in NY. Mmmmm. Diners.

~//~

Note to self: Fightchu movies are cool when they're Fightchu comedies. Fists and Guts. The three chinese stooges, I swear.

~//~

Ed has a tattoo (upside down) on the inside of his lower lip. He pulled his lip down, just for me, so I could lovingly read the black, inky words: You Suck.

Thanks. :)

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[rizzo41.livejournal.com]

It's good to see you too. Good to have you near and hear your laugh. But I wish that if you had wanted to spend more time with someone else, you had stayed there another night. I was excited to just hang with you for a little while, but sitting alone on the couch listening to you type wasn't what I had in mind. Tomorrow will be different. At least that's what I'm currently telling myself.