Just by means of an update:
So, I got there on Friday and the entire way there I'm thinking, "This is going to be a disaster, I'm going to be 250 miles from home, alone and bored and heartbroken". I ended up pulling into town a little ahead of schedule. She was finishing up finals, so I didn't wanna barge right in and distract her as I'd been for the last 2 weeks or so. So, I did some liquor shopping, grabbed a new toothbrush and shot her a text message.
H-Town is a real one horse kind of town, there's not much to do, well, before OR after 6. I sat in the parking lot of a Walmart for a little while and then sucked down some frozen custard over the new issue of Harper's (Ever since Lapham left, Harper's has been better and worse; That is, it's turned into a total liberal wet dream, but the rest of the content is much bolder) when the text came back: We'd meet in 30 minutes. I was a total wreck, I wasn't sure how to behave. The last time I'd seen her in person there was a tender goodbye, some kisses on the steps, but. It'd been 2 weeks. We'd been tossing e-mails back and forth, but I couldn't shake the feeling of complete doom. The first 8 hours or so were completely hectic. She had this coffeehouse thing and she had CDs and liner notes and whatnot, but they were completely unassembled in the half hour or so leading up to the show. We spent an hour or so running around printing labels and assembling CDs, it was great. Completely the kind of thing I love, I'm a very last minute dude.
So, she played her set and it was predictably beautiful. She had this song at the end that was my total favorite of the evening and I was thinking, "It would be the greatest thing in the world to have a girl sing that song about you". Boy. This is a completely unorganized and poorly written post. Lemme cut to the chase: Later that evening, when we were in bed, I said: "That last song was great, I think it's my favorite" and she replies, "That's good, it's about you". I skipped 3 days of work this week. I could be fired.. I don't care.
'bore, I've been with a lot of girls in my time. None of them felt anything like this, not even close. Who else will have sex in the kitchen and then discuss East/West German identity and the crisis of imagined nationalisms? She's just a complete fucking brain. We went to the Met yesterday and I've never had as much fun there as I just did. I'm very, very careful with the "I love you", but I couldn't not say it. I know it was, perhaps, a bad idea, but it never felt quite so right. She's just a phenomenal inspiration.
Ugh. Time to go drown my sorrows in Oblivion
