s-a-tur-day… NIGHT!
August 27th, 2001Saturday night farrisgoldstein> and I trekked to the long-forgotten land of Arlington to meet
Though she was a tad quiet (understandably), I appreciate, more than anything, her willingness to just sit and talk. By the end of the evening we ended up in Mustang Square (read: make-out central), housed by the stars, with our conversation orchestrated by the rushing of water running through the legs of the mustangs. It was peaceful, to say the least.
I would gladly welcome the occasion to spend another evening under the stars doing absolutely nothing with her. Thanks, Bonnie.
On our journey home, farrisgoldstein and I continued to discus our relationships and the troubles we've seen. He and I have been though a lot of the same shit with a lot of the same type of people. It's nice to talk with someone who understands without any explanation. Of course, even though he is better looking than I am, my charm surpasses his ten-fold; not to mention penis size.
I believe he said it best when he wrote:
Sometimes when he and I hang out with other people, it's like we're some kind of team just kinda sittin' back and enjoying the show.
