After seventeen straight nights spent in beds that aren’t mine I’m finally on a commercial aircraft that’s making its way to the Bay and as glorious and special and electric as New York City and London are I cannot wait to be reunited with Bevan and our dogs in our cozy little casa in the Castro.
Speaking of Bevan, he flew away for a funeral in Long Beach yesterday morning and won’t be back until tomorrow so I’ve decided that if I land I’m gonna take a Lyft home, cuddle the heck out of Buddy and Ellie, take them to the park, go for a run and put on a face mask to wear while watching A Star Is Born before meeting Ross and Phoebe somewhere swank for dinner.
Then, after I wake tomorrow morning, I’m gonna slow-stroll down the street to my neighborhood coffee spot with a podcast in my ears, order a mammoth iced coffee and sit on a bench outside scoping all my peeps walking by.
Doesn’t that sound like perfection?
I can’t wait.
P.S. I should note that I am quite grateful for the trip I just took. Not only did I get to spend a lotta time with a lotta people that I adore, it was a nice change of pace to be totally focused on something other than what’s in my head for a spell. So thank you, work job, for tossing me out into the world.