weekend warriors of fluffy doom

This weekend was amazing. Of course, it wouldn’t be my life if there wasn’t some level of British drama involved.* Nothing bad, just plans shorted at the very last moment that turns out, didn’t need to be. OTOH, we had a fantastic birthday party for the zee Girlie. It was very small but well decorated (thanks Tam!) and the cake was a hideously pink Barbie-fairy confection.** The Girlie cleaned up in regards to bday prezzies. Her two big presents were the Nintendo DS and the Build-A-Bear (or rather, kitty) that she picked out and accoutremented. In pink Hello Kitty gear, of course.

Dodger came into town this weekend. Most of the weekend we had some sort of physical contact going on. It had been six weeks since we had seen each other. For myself, I craved touching him.
So we chatted and held hands. Read books on the couch and tangled our feet together. Snuggled every morning. Walked the mall, arms wrapped about each other. It was heaven.

Dropped him to the airport to return home on Monday afternoon. Spent the rest of the evening grieving and missing him. Back to ‘normal’*** today. Sad that he’s not here but making plans and living fully.

* – “What is it Sebastian?” “Oh,…” “I think you had best go.” “Yes, I’d better had.”
** – Do you want cake? We have plenty left over.
*** – As soon as we determine what is normal anyway.

Squeaky, uh, squeak, sqeaker, squeakin’

Last evening was a tub of fun. Loud with a lot of mostly unknown people’s very busy energy swirling around. I did have a great time, though. It was about 10 or so when I finally got home. A smarter person than me, knowing that I had to be at work early this morning might’ve gone to bed then. Did I? Oh, noooooooo… Of course not. I sat up and read for a bit, interjected some reason into the Kitty Smackdowns that were happening, checked email, chatted with Dodger, and eventually went to sleep close to 2 this morning.
Now I ask you: Was that wise? Was that smart? What would an intellectual do? What would…Plato do?

But I digress. Today I have to:

Finish work
Sweep / mop kitchen
Sweep / mop front bathroom
Vacuum living areas
Terrorize small fuzzy critters
Vacuum bedrooms
Terrorize the balance of the fuzzy critters currently aboding with me
Swab out bathroom sinks
and toilets
Sort mail
Go get the Girlie from daycare
Get cleaned up and dressed
Drop her off with fantabulous best friend for overnight stay
Go get D from airport

At 9 something tonight, I will be anxiously scanning faces at the airport. I will be looking for D’s face amongst the masses. He should be easy to spot – 6 foot tall, golden brown hipppies wearing NY Yankees ball caps just aren’t that common in Austin.
Eventually, our paths will cross. We will walk towards one another, eyes only for each other. I will be enfolded up against him, arms reaching round, my hands in the small of his back. Everything and everyone around us will cease to exist. I will raise up on my tiptoes to press my face against his neck to breath in the clean scent of him. The reality, the solidity of my lover pressed against me.