I'm in Connecticut!
Plop!
That's the sound of me finally dropping my bigass (and superawesome) backpack, not the sound of me taking an enormous dump. Though that may be somewhere in the future.
Yeah, okay. This is NOT a good way to start my harrowing journey into the Heartland of America. But since I'm not going anywhere near the Heartland, I guess potty humor is okay. Anywhat, I'm now at Jeremy's fine house! Crista picked me up and zoomed me up here, regaling me with tales of her getting a speeding ticket. Got here, plopped off my backpack, and met their little black temporary dog.
See, they had picked up a small white dog and a small black dog, then realized not long after that they just weren’t ready for dog ownership. The white one sold like hotcakes, but they’ve been having trouble unloading the black one. Apparently some crazy lady is supposed to come pick her up today, but so far the phone hasn’t rung. So, Blackie is here, running around and skittish as hell. I felt bad laughing when Jeremy opened a door, causing Blackie to become so spooked that she turned and ran right into the wall she had been sitting next to. Poor little Blackie!
Later, Jeremy and I sat out back and stared up at the stars. Eventually his hand found mine, and we kiss- uh. No, we just sat in deck chairs and talked about astronomy and shit. But DAMN, there are a lot of stars! I haven’t seen a view of the Milky Way since I was way the fuck out in Utah during my cross-country trip to Los Angeles. Or maybe it was the Pacific Coast Highway. Somewhere out there. Anyway, the stars were just breathtaking, and I plan on sitting out there in the freezing cold when I come back to Jeremy’s in a couple of weeks.
So yeah, that’s the plan: tomorrow I gather my crap and go to Jamie and Andrea’s house for a few weeks, then back to Jeremy’s for a week or two more, and then..? Fucked if I know. I’m surprised I made it this far without getting hit by a train or walking into a beartrap.