my friend jay just called from t.o. as we were walking out the door to dinner. enough to make a grown girl cry. (well, for me, it doesn't really take that much, and i did get misty).
from the capacity crowd din of one our old haunts–crews tangos–brent came on the phone adressing me by his pet name for me–danitian–and gushed a bit that i was one of only two women friends he has (and that's a big deal). it was 11:30 going on midnight there so i think he was feeling especially loose; well lubricated already for saturday socializing. we make an attempt at chatting for awhile in the way you have a convo in a noisy place–you raise your voice as if the increase in volume will help them hear you. and it just might. but while walking down the quiet catwalk of our building it sounded like i was shouting someone down on the telephone line. Brent told me that i belong back there, and i think he couldn't be more right, but those pesky logistics is what gets in the way now. and the significant other has begun to grow roots and has no desire to move back. could be a bit of a dilemma afoot. Brent rang off and i thought of the two Christmas days we spent walking the city looking for a place to have dinner and the next when he cooked a turkey just for the both of us. *sigh*
Jay came on again, reminding me again of his birthday celebration to be had in san francisco. he is very determined that I celebrate with him there. something i am working on with the silly optimism of a pollyanna thinking that i can make that wish a reality. we'll see.