How long is summer?

Well, well. Surprise, surprise. I'm back on top of this crazy roller coaster.

Some friends from MPLS were in town last Wednesday and Sam and I spent the evening together at the show. Then we went to afterhours and pretty much sat on the steps in the back yard catching up, making out, being close. I sincerely enjoy kissing him and I don't understand why I am so drawn to him. We left the party at like 430am and I bought a really dirty and cheap motel room in the county. The timestamp on the receipt is 4:44am. It was an incredibly hot time. Sam is exactly how I remember.

There were two beds in the room, a nightstand with a lamp, and that was about it. Sam and I soaked the first bed, then switched to the second bed to pass out.

I called in dead to work.

We were both sleeping naked, wrapped up in the light sheets with the AC on, a little sunlight was shining through some holes that were in the curtains. I had my alarm set but both of us were already somewhat awake, in that wonderful early morning lucid dream state. I was getting wet again. Sam was laying face down next to me, looking at me with one eye open, the other buried in the pillow. I asked him if he wanted to do it again before we left. He smiled and nodded yes. I asked him if he wanted to sleep more first or do it now. He wanted to do it now.

We were both ready to go and banged out for another 40 minutes before showering and leaving to get food. I took him to Everest Cafe for the lunch buffet. It was really crowded, but a good time. We had maybe a ten minute wait for a table. We sat in the tall chairs at the bar. Sam got a beer and a whiskey. It was a very generous pour in a glass. Sam doesn't each much, which is fine; but he still finished one whole plate. He liked it there, and I was glad.

Thursday afternoon was nice. Blue sky with lots of white puffy sleepy clouds. Breezy, almost chilly in the shade. Too chilly to go swimming. We went back to the house everyone slept at the night before and hung out on the porch for a few hours.

We parted ways until next time. Next time will be this coming weekend. I am going to MPLS for D4th of July at the Triple Rock. I'm excited about it. Slow Death is one of the openers, which I always enjoy seeing them perform.

I had to drive to KCMO on Thursday afternoon b/c I had to be at a seminar on Friday at 9am. I was incredibly tired driving the car after no sleep. But I turned on some songs and sand along and made it without incident. I rolled into town at about 9pm, just as the sun was starting to dip below the horizon. Summer is gorgeous and my favorite time of year. I love the long days.

I stayed with mawmaw, pawpaw, and Aunt Patty. I know it is important to see them and visit them, but Goddamn, they drive me bonkers.

The seminar was all day Friday and all day Saturday at the dental school. It was a lot more interesting than I would have guessed, and I actually enjoyed the time there. They had a vegan meal for me at lunch both days, which was awesome. I attempted to find Eden Alley and the recordBar, but to no avail. No big whoop. I'm still kind of fighting with food. I was pretty exhausted at the end of each day and just wanted to get some sleep.

I drove back on Saturday night, much to the disappointment of everyone else, but KCMO is kinda way boring, I think, and I just wanted to get back home. Plus, I prefer to drive at nighttime. Less traffic, cooler temps. Plus, I know I'm not going to want to wake up early and drive in the morning. I'd rather just get it over with.

Relaxed all day yesterday at home, hung out with Karen last night at the Moolah, and hung out all day today at home. Going back to work tomorrow. Not stoked, but I never am. I will be fine once I get there.

I keep daydreaming about the upcoming trip this weekend. I live in fantasy world inside my head and I just want to be alone with some one who I feel very strongly about right now. Drink in secret on the rooftop, lie next to each other in tall grass by the lake, show off favorite spots in the city. You, me, and the world.