Friday Nite Brite Lite

friday night i ran off the property where i work, grabbed an oly with a coworker, drank it in ten minutes, jumped on a bus, ran into the house and laid down for a second. i was very very tired. the seminar the day before had lowered my human reserves. i was almost an insect.

at 6:35 guy arrived home loud and hard and screamed (yes, screamed. we do this a lot now that we have no upstairs neighbors to bother) "what the FUCK!" i was almost asleep and unable to tell if he was really upset or not. i lifted my head immediately, WHAT? WHAT? What are doing in bed?! he asked/yelled at me, laughing, using his new forceful voice, GET OUT OF THAT BED. what are you doing in that bed!? he tries to sound mean and abusive as a joke. we picked this up from friends of ours. it's hilarious. but there is much to do. we have to pack the car and head to (small northern california farming town) where my sister is getting married. after that, guy flies to baltimore for a week.

ok, ok, i tell him. i'm just really really tired.** i'm really really tired. i say this almost everyday now, i'm really really tired...but his energy is filling the house. there is excitement in every room, we are about to tear out of town and many things, many daily lists and check-offs and double-checks, have built up to this moment that is about to happen.

i get up, get some shit together, we laugh and yell at each other because we can and finally jump in the car and head downtown. we have to go buy a brand new 17" Apple MacBook pro for him to take to the east coast next week while he visits family. WE HAVE TO. ha. well, we do have to, or rather he has to, but it's also fun. what a beautiful and amazing machine the macbook pro is. the fact that he has to work on his vacation is practically invisible next to the glare of this intelligent and gorgeous tool.

after takeoff, there is still much going on, we are procuring cigarettes and coffee and i'm packing a bowl as guy speeds through the tenderloin and into a space underneath union square.

while waiting for the purchased macbook to make it's appearance, guy and i stand outside the store. we are right on market street at the virgin megastore. we are smack dab in the middle of SF nightlife. lights, action, people, horns, it's pretty exciting actually. i still totally love this part of living in a city. i love things moving fast, i love moving fast, i love that guy moves fast. we get a lot done and in unison. he says to me, WE are a well-oiled machine. it's true. we function well together, we are instinctive in the same ways.

so it's the city, and us and the lights. and it's late. and we're leaving town and it's one of those moments when i'm totally and completely happy. i don't hate work at this moment, or miss my grandparents, or feel confused about my family.


it's just us and we're very very alive.



** (when i say "really really" like this, i'm hearing Derek Zoolander in my head, "life is hard when you're really really good looking").