i send my SOS to the world- this is my message in a bottle. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Time After Time Are all my current moments more poignant because I know they're the last, just this way? Or is my appreciation heightened because these moments are more moving to me? A couple nights ago we said goodbye to Justin, spent our last night with him before he headed to Camp Lejune, and then, Iraq. And I'm going to San Francisco in exactly 14 days. 2 weeks. We went to D&B, then to our recently frequented kareoke place. We sang and danced underneath a small disco light in our little rented room, going through old favorites and rapping too. It was perfect, dancing and singing and drinking and laughing. The guys smuggled in some beer and I couldn't tell if I was warm from the alcohol and all the laughing or from the fact that it was such a good night. We stayed until almost 3am, long after it had closed because we kept finding more songs to sing. It was almost as if we didn't want the night to end. Our last song of the night was "Time after Time", and we swayed along to the 80's hit and laughed and I randomly ad-libbed. Then we packed up our stuff and paid, and headed outside. We huddled underneath the awning of the building as it rained in sheets. It was the kind of uncharacteristic rain that comes with some storm from the ocean, big sheets that ran in rivulets off the side of where we stood. We lingered for a few minutes more, nobody making the first move to say goodbye, instead joking and laughing while I huddled within myself to keep from freezing from the cold. Justin went around and gave us all hugs, saying "you're a good singer" to each one of us with a laugh. There were no mushy words, nothing to allude to the finality or hiatus status of the evening with his departure. Then he left, piggybacking his girlfriend on his back towards the car, and the rain let up a little bit. She laughed, squealing as he ran through the parking lot into the night. 3:57 a.m. - Thursday, Jan. 06, 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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