the boys speak...
12:13 a.m.
ok, here we go...
just a little (!) more about my boys, and then i can get back to MY so-called "so-called life"...
i know a few of my readers have been wondering how the whole thing turned out...well, with their permission, here's the re-caps from the week in l.a. i'm not linking them, because jr doesn't need any more prying parental peepers perusing his postings (nice, huh?) and steve is locking his diary cuz even some of his "friends" think he was a bit kookoo to fly across the country just to meet "some boi".
i think the following proves otherwise...
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from jr :
Craving Company/Seeking Solitude Last week... was awesome. began Sunday Morning, taking a taxi back from the airport with Steve. was staying in bed all day Sunday, finally getting up for dinner. was walking a ways to IHOP. was "You're amazing. You're wonderful." was playing music for hours, and feeling the emotions in them. was tweaking a few songs with Steve there, and recording. was taking long walks to the Santa Monica beach, taking the bus maybe 3 times total, but walking probably more than twice that. was seeing Chicago, The Hours, and The Pianist. was being deeply affected by The Hours, and raising a few inner questions. was staying in hotel rooms. was awkward roommate week. found a pair of strange roommate dreams one for Steve, one for me, almost exactly the same (The Roommate would wake us up (rubbing Steve's arm, kissing me), and we would be shocked/revolted. was talking to Mike on the phone. was looking out over the bluff, on the first night, with the invisible city laid out for no one to see. was playing all my favorite songs. was going into music stores 5 separate times, and only giving in to the buying urge once. was about trying to be inexpensive. was about talking about anything we wanted to. was searching for the ever evasive 3rd Street Promenade, which we finally caught on Friday. was getting drunk off 3 lemonade-alcohol whatsit's. was an investigation into my phrases. was playing MarioKart with Steve's ("You're the Devil";"That Ho!";"That Bitch!"). was eating at Italy's Little Kitchen, and having our picture taken by the waiter ("Me Talk Pretty"). was coming up with excuses to pacify the roommate. was personal. was watching Brotherhood of the Wolf. was getting sick. was forgetting to eat for 12 hours. was watching the sunset on the pier. was walking barefoot on the beech. was being offered pot. was buying clove cigarettes. was sharing a bed, surely at the roommate's question gaze. was Laura Nyro, Peter Gabriel, Rickie Lee Jones, & Me. was being myself. was an electric blanket. was recording drunken ramblings on the bluff. was waking up Sunday morning at 8:45, after hitting the snooze once. was two suitcase wheels fallen off. was missing the 9:12 bus. was Steve, managing to catch his flight anyway. was one of the best weeks of my life. was more than all that.
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from steve :
My Clock is on Cali Time Beautiful Boi
01 April 2003 - 2:07 am
My watch is going to be on Cali time so I can wonder what Jr is doing at this time and that time. I find it so hard to get back to the reality of life here. The hardest thing I have had to do in my life was leave you. What a week, a journey, a dream, the best vacation that I have ever been on and this is all thanks to someone that is very special to me. You have changed my life forever. I have found the fire that I once had in my eyes. Thank you for everything .
Things I miss already:
That smile you gave me after a kiss.
The pier, the sunset being extinguished by the ocean.
The look in your eyes while playing Faces.
The sound of the piano from underneath.
The strike of the keys on the piano and your voice while singing.
Giving you a massage while your fingers played me a masterpiece.
Holding your hand while walking at night.
Eating breakfast with you, knowing that you wouldn't say much until after you got done with your cereal.
The sound of your voice when you were blah or excited.
When you said �It's alright�.
What's ums and What's its.
The walks, ice cream, green tea, vanilla tazo chai, jamba juice, clearly canadian blackberry sparkling water and movies.
Walking down California 1(bums, scaling the bridge and something running in the Cosmos next to us)
Browsing the music store with you, watching as your eyes got big and you tried to decide what to buy.
Buying you whatever I could.
Smoking Cloves and drinking Smirnoff with you.
Treating and spoiling you like a prince.
Being called Classy at Italy's little kitchen.
Waking up next to you every morning.
Playing Mario Cart and coming in second or just getting defeated.
Eating McDonald's on Santa Monica beach at 12am (searching for the spot where there were no people).
Remember the Dreams come first then all the rest.
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is there a dry eye in the house? (for your convienience, tissues are available at all exits).
and to think, this all started by saying "hey, you oughta go check out so-and-so's diary...i think you guys have a lot in common...".
ahhh, the satisfaction of a job well done...
nitey-nite, guys...sweet dreams.
(for more on this wonderful story, keep clicking on "reverse"...)