a wondering.. a brief conversation:
“i’m getting old.. my mother’s been putting on the pressure to settle down and have kids..”
“yea… tell me about it..”
“yea, but you don’t want kids..”
i should have responded to that, but i didn’t know what to say..
argh. he steals the goddamn blankets..
“I was hot, i was trying to get them off me..”
“yea, but you could have sent them my way..”
“oh, were you cold?”
“yes. taps foot”
“aww… sorry…”
men……
gale force westerly winds blasting the coast; the sun dropping; the sand and sea spray making it nearly impossible to see a damn thing.. mother nature can be a right bitch. she gets mood swings out on the water.
we went for a drive to the east side of the island on sunday.. it was supposed to be a picnic, but we ate before we left, so we started drinking.. Steve went through the entire bottle of gin by the time we left Shirley’s.. Libby and I shared the ka..
sitting on the rocks at Northpoint, drinking ka.. and loving the view of the Pacific.. wondering what it looks like from the other side..
sitting in the crew dining room on the barge back to the mainland, talking to Patrice about drinking margaritas and playing blackjack on friday night, she starts babbling about not giving a fuck about what her boss thinks about me being there..
babble babble..