Pillow Talk

I was going to start this blog off with "As many of you know..." But I don't think there are "many of you." And if you're reading this you probably directly know me. Therefore I'm operating on the premise - take for granted, really - that you know I just graduated from NYU in May.  Halleluyer. Praise the Lordt!  Yes, my days of institutional education are over and I've been thrust into the shades of real life. Which is not nearly as exciting or scary as I thought it was going to be. But we'll discuss that later. 

Since my graduation I've been living the homeless life. Staying with friends who can spare the room, and Patrick, who can't. I felt I'd outstayed my welcome in Connecticut, so when I got back from St. Maarten I showed up on Patrick's doorstep with a ginormous ( I tried to work gargantuan into that sentence, but it just wouldn't flow right...) bag and planted myself in his 8 x 8 bedroom. The fact that both of us fit reasonably well and we haven't killed each other is testament that when we move into our NEW APARTMENT on August 15th that we will live together wonderfully. 

That's right all, I will be signing a lease and moving into my first apartment very soon. We're very excited. Patrick and I will be joined by Dorian Parker when she moves up from CIncinnati. And until we make that move I'll be living out the rest of my homeless days with Patrick. 

The other night we were talking before we went to sleep, pillow talk you could say. Minus the sex... since that would be weird. Patrick loves me. He shares his twin bed and covers with me (not well because he's a bed bully when he's sleeping) and lets me eat his food and use his toothpaste. That night while we were talking, I brought up the fact that in a few weeks kids across the country (his little brother and sister) will be going back to school...and we won't. 

This realization was a bit shocking but it brought on a round of reminiscing about the things we did and played with as children.  Evidently Patrick was more of a Digimon kid while i liked to pretend I understood what in hell was going on with Pokemon. We both had those silly nano pets and tomigatchi toys that you had to feed and play with. When really the only excited thing that happened is they pooped. And furbys. Who didn't love furbys? I think I had 2, and in 4th grade, my friend Charissa had 5. We brought them to school. And in all honesty looking back they are without a doubt the stupidest toy I have ever seen. But I loved those things. "teaching" them english and having it blink and be like "I love you" was one of the highlights of my young life. Real talk.

Our conversation then segued into talking about Patrick's little sister, Sam. She's so cute. I don't want to be friends with many 14 year old girls, but I'd totes make an exception for her. I could be the big sister she never had. Patrick thinks that he is better than a big sister. But I'd have to disagree. I have 2 big sisters. And a gay big brother does not a big sister make. We spent a good 5 minutes arguing the pros and cons of this discovery but I still hold steady to my beliefs. 

Talking about Sami brought us back into the present. Real life. It's been staring me in the face for almost 3 months now and for some reason I feel like I'm cheating. What I'm doing right now... it can't be real life. I mean... I dance and work at a day spa for a living. I spent 1 of those three months on an island in the west indies. I've been performing about twice a month since I graduated AND I'm going to Cincinnati to perform in the 9th Annual Gala of International Dance Stars. What's more is that I NEVER thought I'd get to that point in my dance career and especially not 3 months after I graduated. The gala will in fact mark my 3 month anniversary of being a college graduate. 

Before Patrick and I finally drifted off to sleep we talked about our apartment. It's beautiful. Just a couple blocks away from Prospect Park we live in a building called Waldo Hall. At 2023 Caton Ave apt 21 Brooklyn, NY 11226 I will make my new residence. We discussed painting. There's leftover blue paint from when Patrick painted this room. And the furniture we're going to put in our living room. A couch and a table. Bean bag chairs and lounging pillows. Outside on our fire escape we're going to have a sunflower garden. I'm going to try my hand again, since the lack of sunlight in my last dorm room sort of killed my hopes of having a sunflower. And we're both super excited about the dishwasher. It's the little things in life...honest. We plan on having a housewarming party so be prepared for the fb invite. You'll have to wait until we have furniture though. And for the toilet to be taken out of the bathtub...Otherwise you'll be sitting on the floor and you won't be able to pee. And that's no fun. Trust me. 

That's all for now...the rest is still UNwritten.