9.30.06

i started today eating brunch with lisa in the front room, ordering spinach and thumbing my nose at the media frenzy. saw sonya from work, and looked at lisa's face some more before it went away.

after brunch was bean's, finding sweaters for lisa and shopping the way mike always said he did, dragging hands through racks of clothing and stopping at something that feels good.

early to late evening was occupied by an event truly singular: aaron rosen at the white heart. his head of hair easily recognizable from across the street, silhouetted through the window, transported offline and across the ocean. three hours strangely pass, three hours apparently out of time. a confused half euro-kiss at the end, getting into cabs. i called emily on the walk back to my car and ran head on into the jethro tull (?) concert exodus.

night ending on gin and tonics with emily and james, eating wheat thins as the first food since brunch and watching the south park movie somewhere on tv. realizing it's been almost a decade since it was released, remembering watching it for the first time in a hoyts with dillon in presque isle.

the few days with lisa were good, with many encapsulated memories. life was better with her here. i don't know what everything will be like when i see her again, but it will still be good.

these are strange times. the field of options gets small and things, illogically, become more up in the air.

edit: 3.28 pm, 10.1.06, after a long walk through several east end neighborhoods. i can't for the life of me remember what aaron's voice sounds like, though i do remember precisely what he was wearing (jeans, a white belt, some sort of birkenstockish leather shoe, an apparently lavender striped oxford and a navy sport coat with brass buttons). i would like to remember his voice. i remember lisa perfectly.