I always think I should journal these weekends so I can remember them. There are so many good parts that I worry my brain cannot retain them all. I also feel like if I write them down they become just a little more real. I feel like I don’t know when I will have another chance at these moments and emotions again because I’ve learned how fleeting truly blissful moments are and deep down I don’t feel like I deserve them. I keep waiting for someone to pop out of the background and tell me “it’s sure been fun but now back to the life prescribed to you.”
But more on the details and less on the esoterics.
The weekend began in earnest after I got off work (late again) on Friday. I drove to pick up my partner who we’ll call C from their soon to be ex-house (in just 77 short days). They got antsy waiting for me and decided to walk to meet me so I ended up picking them up off the side of the road. We had a date with a woman about a workshop in Kansas City. I drove and unwound as well I could and they chatted along beside me. We ended up getting dinner nearby at D’Bronx. Lady taking our order was talking with another patron and said she was firmly anti-mask. C and I exchanged looks like “dear god, how fast can we get out of here? fuck, she already took our orders and money. I guess this is our life now.” Grabbed the food and drove til we found what we thought was a park but google maps lied so we ended up eating in my car with the windows down in a cul-de-sac and freaked out the homeowners. Headed into KC proper to meet up with C’s bio mom (who we’ll call K) who they hadn’t seen for at least a year and has a history of a tenuous relationship at best. K showed us the new workshop she had built in her boyfriend’s backyard and showed us a lot of interesting treasures she planned to work on. We hugged, had a good visit, and C spilled nearly an entire bottle of sticky liquor on me. I died laughing and thankfully had a cardigan in my car so I took off the wet shirt but had to live with the wet sticky jeans and shoes. We headed back home shortly after but not before K could compliment how handsome I was, haha.
Saturday
We had plans to get my trailer hitch installed on my car to help with our move and furniture business pretty early and had to run back to grab C’s car. Grabbed coffee on the way out of town at Scooter’s and picked up their car without much fanfare. We then drove to U-Haul to drop off my car and tried to plan out the day. Originally we had thought since we got up early, we would just head back home to nap but when we were both up and around we had energy. I knew we needed new pillows for C because the guest room pillows just weren’t cutting it anymore, and I knew Target just released their Pride collection, so I said let’s run their real quick then head home. Well we eventually did get to Target, but not before running all over town for a treat that we couldn’t find how we wanted. Target was a little underwhelming with what our local one had actually brought in for Pride, but they did have a rainbow tank top that I loved, but the only one in my size was on the mannequin. So of course big brave C found an associate and they both dismembered the poor thing. Well worth it though. I put it on when we got home and it was super validating and gender euphoric. Before we got home though I introduced C to Hawaiian Bros and we swung on a bench swing eating it in a park down the road. When we got home we curled up and watched “the lesbians” as C calls it (it’s the Showtime show “The L Word” in reality) and recharged for a couple hours. I napped and snuggled and it was a good slice of soon to be normal life. The original plan for the night was that we’d head to a drive-in movie so I loaded up the back of my car with a blanket and so many pillows. So many pillows. Like it took multiple trips to get them all in there. What we actually ended up doing though was heading over to our friend S’s house because we hadn’t seen her in ages. We had pizza, laughed, chatted, watched weird movies part way through, and had an amazing time. S had to get up early the next morning so C and I went back home and cuddled, had mind blowing sex, laughed, philosophized, and crashed.
Sunday
We had a truly lazy start because it was raining and gray and generally very zen. I brought some tea to bed and we just enjoyed each others company. Eventually we got around and went down to Mass to a local candle shop for a specific ritual they have in mind. We told them what we were looking for and they legit made us custom candles and invited us to watch as they color dipped them. We then ran over to the library to check out a few books. I was hoping to find some on learning Ogham divination but didn’t have much luck. I found so many other good resources and they nearly cried as they checked out books of their own for the first time in nearly 20 years. They haven’t had a partner who would literally spend days with them in the library or bookstore before and I think that’s a travesty! We then headed to the park by the river but ran into a secret history marker and a garden full of every iris variety I’ve ever seen. When we made it to the park, we backed up to the river and climbed in the back in the nest I had previously set up for the night before. It didn’t take us long to discover that my car was not nearly as large as we originally thought. We both fit but neither could sit upright. There was plenty of room to snuggle though. We had originally thought we’d curl up and read with the back door open, but ended up just talking about everything and nothing while enjoying the rain.
Then sadly it was time to call an end to the weekend.
I cannot wait for these weekends to be normal.
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