Roadsides and Dark, Scary Places

I stood at the side of the freeway. The X-Terra was behind me, as I had pulled over to the side of the road. I was about a mile away from my parent's house. I called Dad to tell him that I would be there in a couple of minutes to go out to dinner with them. I didn't explain why there was so much road noise behind me.

I wanted one more glimpse.

It started on Friday. I was still at work. I had asked my friend Hans via email for some good restaurant recommendations. I wanted Mexican. I had one in mind, but Hans asked around his office and gave me another one. I sent "What did you say? My best man and his boyfriend need a place to go out to eat?", just to try and get a rise out of him. He came back with, "No, I just asked for restaurant suggestions, stupid." Heh. Good friend that one.

I got a call around 6; expecting that he was close and would need directions on how to get to my apartment. Chris (oakleycub) said that he had to work longer than expected (yeah work! It's temp, but I'm happy that he's working again) and that he was still a few miles from Ennis. Ennis? That's three hours away! Dinner plans were dashed, but still, I couldn't wait to see him.

Jeff, who was the only other person in the office, turned around and laughed. "You sound positively giddy!" Yeah, I guess I did.

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