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Last week, Crafty turned to me in the middle of a show and said,
"You wanna drive to San Francisco tomorrow?"
"Sure"
I thought he was kidding, but the next afternoon he called to tell me he was just waiting to hear from his boss and that if he did not have a job the next day, we could go. Since traffic would start to suck LA style in an hour, I suggested we just hit the road and stay the night in Santa Barbara if he had a job or I had an audition. And so twenty minutes later, we were in the car heading for the bay area.
This was not a well thought out trip. I packed a couple of cute dresses and was wearing a mini skirt. Definitely not SF clothing! We had no hotel booked and no plans once we got there. It could have been a disaster. But on the drive up, we talked, listened to music, took goofy pictures and generally just relaxed. By the time we were crossing the bay bridge, neither of us had heard that we had to work the next day. So I called my friend M, and asked her to play travel agent. She got on hotwire and found us a cheap room in union square at a swanky hotel.
We checked in, changed and proceeded to discover that San Francisco is dead on a monday night at 10PM.
We tried a couple of bars, ate dinner in a late night diner and then went back upstairs into the comfiest hotel bed I have ever slept (or not slept ) on.
The next day, we went to Fisherman's Wharf to do the touristy thing and waited to hear from our jobs. But we heard nothing, so I cancelled plans I had with some friends and we decided to stay another night. Called my friend H and had her play travel agent this time. We got a grandma smelling hotel room in Nob Hill. After drinks in a divey gay bar ( I know, shocking--a gay bar in SF) we went back to the hotel and crashed. In the middle of the night, I heard knocking. I turned over and saw that Crafty was gone. When I opened the hotel door, I saw him in the hallway in nothing but his boxers. He mumbled something about getting lost on the way to the bathroom and went back to sleep. I should have known something was up. Early in the morning he woke me up with a nasty cluster headache. He's always a little disorientated before they strike. I could see the muscles tightened into golf ball sized knots in his neck. He kept begging me to help him, but all I could do was massage him and tell him it would be over soon.
By check out time, the cluster had settled into a mere migraine, but he was wiped out. We gingerly grabbed some lunch and headed out of toown. The drive home was quiet, as I could tell he didn't feel well. And when got home we fell into bed and had a sound night's sleep.
We spent the whole next day together prepping for his next job. And throughout the day we kept looking at each other and marvelling at how much fun we had in SF.
I leave for New York tonight for M's birthday. I'll be gone for four days. He and I realized that we've not spent more than one night apart in almost two months. We are so comfortable together, but i can't help but to have a little thrill every time I wake up next to him.
I used to say that absence makes the heart go wander, but I think that this trip will make me miss him terribly. I'm excited to have fun. Excited to see M. Excited to shop my ass off. But I am even more excited at the prospect of coming home to him.
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Posted by datingretard on 2008-04-10 21:01:28 | Rating: | Views: 143
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