The Beginnend.

Current mood:
I never want to meet another person again. It's just another person to say goodbye to.
Dramatic? Yes. But safe. And I'm craving safe right about now.


Everyone was tired and went home. I still went out, just in case someone had planned on the outing but hadn't RSVP'd. "How many?" he asked. I shrugged, and asked for a table, but quickly changed to a safer booth in the corner where I could watch the door. He left menus for four. I watched the door for 5, 10 minutes... even if I supped solo, at least I'd still have my horchata!

The waiter came to take my drink order. He apologized – they were out of horchata.
Ice water was refreshing enough, I guess.

I picked at the chips slowly while studying the back of the bench across from me. The waiter bided his time, waiting with me for fellow diners. After 25 minutes, we both gave up. My appetite had been sated by the 10 chips and cilantro-rich dip; I offered to pay for the chips and salsa, but he held me to nothing.

I started my car and drove to the Lake. In my experience, the Lake always offers troubled hearts peace. I stared over the water, contemplating a refreshing stroll (i.e. cold and blustery). Then I counted a dozen mosquitos on my windshield – nope.

Might as well go home to pack (i.e. crawl into bed and think about packing).

Three hugs and six tears exhausted me today. More to come tomorrow.


I never want to meet another person again.