And then it was over....

You know how some sitcoms do it? They decide most gallantly, that they will end before their time? So that their fans can savor and remember, and miss the show?
That's what Thursday was for me.
You can tell we were both thinking it. Today was the day I would leave. Our visit was over. It was a bittersweet ending. I hated leaving and wanted it to keep going, but I knew I had to get back to my life, my home, my family, and my cat who was missing me like crazy.
As we walked to breakfast, I realized that we were both a little sad and really quiet.
Hugh finally said the words first, "I can't believe you are leaving today".
"Yeah, Me neither!" I said, and I totally meant it. The days had gone by too fast. I wanted a few more days of fun. I wanted more days of play and singing and dancing and nighttime talks. I wanted more time to know and love Hugh.
And breakfast came and went and it was over. I was off to the airport and he was off to his apartment cause he was feeling really crappy that day. And it was done.
I smiled as I got in the taxi, but part of me was so sad I could feel it in my bones. My heart was hurting. How much does it suck to have your BFFI live hundreds of miles away?

A month ago tomorrow, I was in Hollywood California. I was playing and singing and talking but most of all, I was changing my life and my attitudes forever. I will never be the same. It is that simple, yet so complex at the same time.

Thanks God, for Hugh. Thanks for taking care of him and for constantly giving him hope. Thanks for letting me spend a little time in his world. Thanks for his friendship. Thanks for making him my partner in crime. Thanks for teaching me lessons I would have never learned before. And thanks for the hope of another visit, or maybe several. :)
Till then, thanks for the phone and email...and for love. That is the coolest thing in the world. :)

Wednesday in California

Wednesday was all about the shoes. I pulled them out of my suitcase, as I got ready for breakfast.
“Those are tiny! How am I supposed to draw on those?” Hugh said.
“Ugh, with markers...duh! I am sorry they aren’t billboards like yours” I replied. We have the sort of relationship in which we can say that stuff to each other without hurting feelings.
And so we thought and though about my nice, clean, white new Converse that were now walking, almost skipping, to the breakfast place.
We sat down in our regular booth and got ready to order “the usual”… I had only been there two days and I had a “usual”. How boring am I?
“OH! Monkeys! Robot monkeys!” Hugh said as we got our drinks.
“Huh? What? Oh, yeah, the shoes. Sorry.” I guess I had been watching David Spade flirt with the waitress and had forgotten….plus the whole ADD thing.
We talked about angels, maybe some robot monkeys, some devils, some wings, but we finally decided on my trip to California. Who needs a scrap book when you can have shoes that represent the same thing? No one sees scrapbooks often. EVERYONE will see my shoes!!!
So as soon as we walked in the apartment, Hugh got to work on my shoes. First he sketched the airplane ride, then the Hollywood sign. On the other shoe, we decided on cars and the other side, would have the dog park with Polly chasing a butterfly. (I have a thing for butterflies)
So, he sketched and then he put them down and looked at them. He sketched more and more until they were looking like the best shoes I have ever seen in my life.
Then the markers came out and they became a masterpiece.
I love my shoes!!! (Although the dog park could use a bench…*cough*.)

Again, we played, we laughed, we watched Pee Wee’s playhouse, and Hugh tried on all of his hats. He looks sexy in a cowboy hat for sure!
We laughed, we danced, we played, we made CDs and laughed at how 70s his music was/is. OMG! Sooooo 70’s! It was really getting ghetto up in there.

And when we could barely keep our eyes open, we went to sleep, thanking Baby Jesus that we had each other and our friendship…and my new shoes!