This week I’ve been silent. I’m very sorry! This little monkey has been getting over the influenza, and attempting to pack an attractive/vaguely stylish weekend’s worth of clothes, sandals, his laptop, digital camera and iPod, along with all the chargers for these things, toiletries ‘n medicines, in a small Jack Spade messenger bag for the lesbian wedding he’s attending on Saturday. The Greene Street bag itself is unremarkable in all respects except color (fire-engine red,) and vertigo-inducing odd angles greater than 360 degrees under the cover-flap. These non-Euclidian geometries are inherent only to its’ internal cargo area… For cargo berth it is. I’ve spent most of my free time for the last week doing advanced calculus, figuring out how to warp space around my packed clothing, and it seems to have worked. The bag bulges only slightly, and will be more-or-less attractive to lug around despite its’ ton load of fey crap. This is fairly important, as I won’t be checking bags at O’Hare. I’ve lost airline luggage before, and it’s not pretty. Especially when the contents include ones’ favorite Calvin Klein summer-weight outfit, and all the electronic files on current role-playing characters.
Orpheus has been most generous in his time this week, trying to spend every free moment with me. I don’t think either of us likes being apart for more than a couple days at a stretch. This will be about four in total. Our second longest separation in over a year together. We usually spend the weekends lazing about, naked (mostly) when at his place, cooking and clothed outside the bedroom at mine. We do fun stuff on the weekends, and I’m missing Jazz Fest in good ‘ol Madison for this joyful occasion. I’m also shedding money like friggin’ water. The nice thing is, I’m getting back around 1 or 2 AM on Sunday, and took Monday off. So O. and I will have Monday to sleep in together, and generally have a mini-weekend together.
When it comes to Phili, I’ve been berthed with a middle-aged lesbian who is apparently so cute that “one wants to put her in ones’ back pocket,” according to my friend E., one of the brides. And, really, all the transportation in Philadelphia is taken care of, so I don’t have to spend on that, either. They know this is a huge expenditure for me, and are trying hard to take care of things when they can. Plus, it’s the first time I’ll be meeting E.’s wife N. in the flesh, though we’ve spoken quite a lot on the phone in the past. I’m really looking forward to this, despite the expense and hassle. It’ll be wonderful to see E., who is, I realized yesterday, one of my oldest friends. I’ve known her since we were both seven. 21 years is a long time, and I haven’t seen her in five (though we talk at least a couple times a month on the phone).
Overall, the little mini-break will likely be good for Orpheus and I, as well. He’s finally getting back into having a life of his own separate from me with his acting… And I’m glad. I’ve always had my role-playing as an escapist pursuit, while he’s always felt adrift since graduating. I’m glad to be an anchor, but am more glad that he seems to be putting down roots, and that I’m just one root of many. It speaks well for both his stability, and ours long-term.
Anyway, I should be off. There’s plenty to do here, believe it or not, other than write for YOUR amusement. I’ll try to get in a couple short posts this weekend!
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