Monday, March 15, 2004
Whoo!
It's been quite a couple of days since my last post. I have so much to say and so much NOT to say. What happens in Mexico stays in mexico. You get the picture.
I spent 4 glorious days in cancun, enjoying sun, tequila, all those cute little fishies with the neon stripes, dancing, (oh and there was a sweet little street carnival going on downtown where there weren't hardly any tourists and just a bunch of teenage mexicans partying and having a good ole time, it was like the altenburg fair only in mexico, with churros, and no high jumping asses," not only that there was an outdoor art exhibit that blew my mind)
But I haven't even begun to cover my break. I got home from Cancun, and who should be there, the apple of my eye, my sweet fauve. We flew a kite and laid together in a field with the sunlight streaming down, just being with each other, looking into each others eyes, breathing, feeling the ground under a snoopy blanket being one with the earth. We had the most cliche experience at Steak and Shake (one shake, two straws, two spoons). We went to the river late at night in the cold and kept each other warm while the sound of the river moving downstream, always moving, reminded us of how our relationship is moving, moving forward, moving deeper. We played around in the philosophy, selfhelp, history, and kinky (you know you've looked) sections of Barnes and Nobel. For some reason grabbing someone and pushing them into a bookcase at barnes and nobel is uncouth. I don't quite understand that.
O.k. maybe I've elaborated a little too much.
It's been quite a couple of days since my last post. I have so much to say and so much NOT to say. What happens in Mexico stays in mexico. You get the picture.
I spent 4 glorious days in cancun, enjoying sun, tequila, all those cute little fishies with the neon stripes, dancing, (oh and there was a sweet little street carnival going on downtown where there weren't hardly any tourists and just a bunch of teenage mexicans partying and having a good ole time, it was like the altenburg fair only in mexico, with churros, and no high jumping asses," not only that there was an outdoor art exhibit that blew my mind)
But I haven't even begun to cover my break. I got home from Cancun, and who should be there, the apple of my eye, my sweet fauve. We flew a kite and laid together in a field with the sunlight streaming down, just being with each other, looking into each others eyes, breathing, feeling the ground under a snoopy blanket being one with the earth. We had the most cliche experience at Steak and Shake (one shake, two straws, two spoons). We went to the river late at night in the cold and kept each other warm while the sound of the river moving downstream, always moving, reminded us of how our relationship is moving, moving forward, moving deeper. We played around in the philosophy, selfhelp, history, and kinky (you know you've looked) sections of Barnes and Nobel. For some reason grabbing someone and pushing them into a bookcase at barnes and nobel is uncouth. I don't quite understand that.
O.k. maybe I've elaborated a little too much.
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