| friday 8th november, 2002 11:05 SA time I'm here. I'm In Adelaide. I'm sore. I'm tired. I'm grumpy. I'm excited. I'm homesick. Lastnight I saw Cini and TomE and we drove to Mick's to hang out. It was great to have my boys back - it made me so happy. It's just a weird feeling to be back here after so long of being away in the States. I don't know where my plans are going to take me - I don't know what's happening :P It's all weird and new and thrilling. My plane ride was dreadful, nothing is worth it, nothing is worth the wait in LAX, being frisked, the plane food or the dehydration of travelling... well, maybe... let's wait and see. friday november 1st, 2002 10:51pm Tuesday came around and the moment of el-trutho arrived. I went to Safeway to speak with Tommy. It was horrible. It was embarrassing. It was definitely worse than I had ever imagined. Everything I had ever thought up in my vivid imagination went to shit as we stood there in silence wondering what to say to one another. Dawn was there for support and I think I spoke to her more than to my Tommy. He's nice though, funny and nice and oh so delicious - but after speaking to him, I have a feeling my slight love-sickness is over. I'm glad I did it, even if it was a pitiful effort. I doubt I'll be shopping in Safeway for a while now : D After Tommy, Tim and Mel (plus myself) drove to Fisherman's Wharf to eat hot donuts - I'm sure there are places around here which serve them, but we went down to the wharf anyway. It was a weird situation I was in all day long since I obviously felt like the 3rd wheel, but then it was so lovely because this was the first time I actually felt like a person, like I was alive, while out with them. We ate at the Rainforest Cafe (again) and was served by a guy who looked like a Native American and spoke like he was on weed, or worse. He kept looking at Tim in a weird way and making jokes that grew old quickly. At 5pm Mel had to go to work and then Mum came home and we ate somewhere but the place has skipped my mind. On Wednesday at 4am Mel and I caught the train into the city to line up at the INS. I had weird thoughts that early in the morning, "You know what I'd like to be doing right now? Standing at the window of a tall hotel looking up at the stars, after just having sex in a warm bed, drinking dasani water through a straw". We drank hot chocolate and by 6:30am we were let into the building (I was terrified of the security guards) and after only a couple of hours, I had my lovely red stamp in my passport. It was really quick this time, thank God. While waiting, Mel talked loudly and I spelt words backwards in my head, then said them aloud and Mel would guess which word I was saying - umm, but that's a little strange. Wednesday I ate at Denny's for dinner. I saw Jose at his work and he kept coming over to talk. I don't know about this guy - he's super sweet, but I know what his intentions are. We shopped for Halloween costumes and I saw a regular customer in Goodwill who thought it was funny to try on all the wigs - we call him Mr. Kaluha Man. I don't even think I spelt Kaluha/Khalua right. Halloween was yesterday but I did pretty much nothing all day. I feel really lethargic and nauseous lately. I slept most of the day with the cat on my lap. At times the cat would start annoying me - he's got SUCH energy and hugs claws. He gives kisses now. Around six lastnight Mum and I went hunting for a place to eat (we never make plans and we always complain that we never make plans and so we make plans to make plans next time but we never do) and found a small Italian restaurant named Villa d'Este on Ocean Ave. Walking up to the place I kept holding Mum back saying we weren't dressed nice enough to enter. God, it was SUCH a beautiful restaurant. To one side there is a huge window lined with tables and small glowing candles. White linen table cloths stand out with the deep red carpet. The waiter came and placed the napkins on our laps - this is pretty much when I whispered "We've made it Mum, we've made it. This is when you know you've made it - and we have!" A tall blonde woman sang the blues infront of us accompanied by a saxophonist and a piano player and she sang all sorts of tunes from Sinatra to Classic Italian love songs. I swear it was from a movie. It was just a beautiful place and everyone would applaud after her songs and she'd talk in a low raspy voice and continue singing. Really nice, real classy. Loved it. At 9pm (see, a long day) I went over to Baskin Robbins where Mel, Tim, Dawn and her Jamie were waiting. Around 9:30pm we all piled into Tim's car and went to Chili's where they all had shots and margheritas and I drank my coke :P Dawn just makes me laugh - she has such a sick sense of humor that it's funny to watch the boy's faces cringe when we make jokes. Around half eleven we drove back home - Mel was quite tipsy and Dawn was, well, Dawn. And I'd love to write more but anxiety is now occupying my mind. Four days to go. Crappers. |
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