Sunday March 1st marks my first Sunday off from working the next day. I took the liberty of enjoying myself and splurging in Street Fighter 4 at National Mechanics with a best friend and company from a sassy thing named Beth. After departing from snow ball fights and mixed up Reggaeton, the drunken dialing began and ended on the second ring. I didn’t make the right turn on Girard like I wanted to but continued and aimed straight. The Wu called and had conflicting interest then I passed out to Slum dog Millionaire.
On March 2nd my dreams didn’t spare me, they took me to another level of missing pieces of hearts. The ones that were broken on the first week of September 2008. During my dreams of her, I was awakened by a returned call, the one that ended on the second ring from last night. It was she and my day began with a smile, a 30-minute conversation and sweater/mittens for my Virgin Mary, my Lupita. We scurried off into the snow to 6th St as requested with french press, 20d and powerbook in tow.
I write this from the first 8 inches of snow this winter in Philadelphia. I write this coming home from breakfast and coffee, snowplows and matching snow boots, 2 matinees and asian noodles along with digging her car out of the snow. She’ll have a warm trip to her job tomorrow morning with a big smile on that goofy face of hers. The one I fell in love with the moment I saw her.
I write this from a new place, transformed if you will. My year has began, welcome to my first day of allowing her to be the way she is and the way she isn’t and thank you, Canary for allowing me the same space. It’s time for 7-11, a pack of Chesterfields for pop and dreaming in satellite dishes as I make new friends with the dons of agave on this perfect Monday evening……. Sweet dreams, OneOne and cheers, to the unknown.
