I dreamed of John last night. We were traveling somewhere, I'm not sure where. But we had landed and were about to get on another flight when we found out that one of our upgrades had come through. Key word, *one*. And so we had this discussion about who should get the upgrade and finally I convinced him that he should take it. He got on the plane. And then I got in the back. And then somewhere in my dream, reality started to emerge. And I knew John was gone. And that's when I woke up. But I woke up with a smile.
This had actually happened to us before on some trip. To Napa I think. And we did argue about it and then I finally convinced him that I would be able to better enjoy our time together in Napa if he wasn't trying to recover from being stuck in coach and/or complaining about coach the whole time. John was big. He needed first class. John was first class.
Went to see 42 this weekend. Good. But I will agree with one of the reviews I read. Harrison Ford couldn't have overacted any more if his life depended upon it. Good movie, but it was uncomfortable to watch at times. The racism. The bigotry. I know it still exists in the U.S. But I think it's more subtle now. It's not in your face ugly. And it was definitely in your face ugly back then.
There's been this talk recently about how there isn't an out gay man in professional sports yet. There are rumors one (or more) may come out soon. I really can't imagine that they will have to face the naked bigotry that Jackie Robinson did. Oh, I'm sure there will be some. But I think we are more educated now. And we know that's not right. Atleast I hope we do.
The French. Seriously? Rioting about gay marriage? Attacks on gay bars? Violence against some gay men? Since when did you all become so concerned about marriage? Aren't you all the people of mistresses and affairs? Where is all of this anti-gay marriage anger coming from? It just seems so surreal. I just doesn't seem like the France I remember. And I'm not sure I'd want to go there any time soon. So weird.
I remember that Thursday night in Nevis.Sitting on the beach.Sipping that cheap champagne we had gotten from the gay couple in Antigua.Watching the
sunset.And we talked about your
new job.About getting married.Moving to Virginia so you could have
your lower taxes.Buying a
house together.The world was our
oyster and I just thought we could have it all.We both wanted it.And I think we both deserved it.
On the flight back, you got delay at passport control. With my Global Entry card, I zipped through, but you were stuck in the crazy lines and our connection was tight. We texted back and forth. I was flying out to Brussels the next day, so we really needed to get back. You told me to go ahead and I said no. I wasn’t going to leave you.I didn’t want to go ahead through customs.I wanted to wait for you.I wasn’t going to leave you. We were going to make it together.And we did.And then that night, after we had gotten home, after I saw
you leave in the taxi heading back to your place,you left me.You left me here alone.And
I wasn’t ready for that.I was
ready for almost anything, but not that.Anything but that.You were gone and I was alone.
So John use to complain about living in DC all the time. His condo was right on Logan Circle and there were quite a few homeless people there so it wasn't that nice. And apparently he was walking Suki one morning and some guy was taking a dump in the circle.
I would always brush it off by saying: "Local color!" I just didn't think it was that bad.
But now . . . . .
So some loser has been throwing gigantic chunks of bread all around the neighborhood. And of course Suki loves to grab them and suck them down before I even have a chance to see what it is, much less stop her. And it's everywhere, so I'm constantly keeping her at a short lease so I can make sure she doesn't inhale an gigantic pieces of bread.
So the morning I was heading to jury duty, I came out of my condo and I say a guy throwing some bread and crumbs over the fence at the apartment building across the street.
So I walked over to him and I asked him not to do that as it attracts rats. Which we have plenty of.
And he said there were no rats (?!?!?) and that it was for the birds.
So I said that even if there weren't rats, and there really are a lot of rats on my block because of the two hotels behind my building, I say my dog eats the bread and I don't like her doing that since I don't know what it is.
And then he said that's my problem. And he started walking away.
Now I was stunned by this whole little episode so I maybe have raised my voices as he walked away and I said, "No, it's everyone's problem since it's littering."
Just just blew me off and told me to calm down.
And so naturally that just made me mad.
I did look it up and it is a DC Health Code violation, but it's not like I can call the cops on the guy. The next time I see him, I'm going to video tape him and post it to youtube.
