This is one of those mornings where I could die a happy man. Happy. Strange and wonderful concept. Elusive yet within grasp and right now I hold it in my hands.
Yesterday was fucking perfect.
Got up in the morning and drove the kid to work then came home and cleaned the house like a madman. It was way over due. I went at it for a good three or four hours - bleaching floors and walls, clothing put away, vacuuming, everything. Spotless and smelled like it. I crashed out around noon only to be woken up by LO2. Nice way to wake up. I knew she was coming and had left the door open for her. Man talk about sweet as hell to open my eyes to. From there it was all about us. She went with me to run errands and take care of some stuff. It was like, oh I don't know... like a couple? We grabbed some afternoon snackage in the form of olives and cheese, came back and watched a movie while nibbling on food. The kid came home around 5:30 and we all sat around watching X-Files and pizza. Everybody happy, everybody getting along. My buddy came over around 8 and we pre-gamed before the show. Even the kid was happy and into it. Around 9:30 they left in his car and the kid and I took the van up to the show.
I did good. I stayed away from her at the show except for a couple of appropriate times, and the show was FUCKING PERFECT. No issues, no drama, no missed marks. Best show we have done in a while. Everything went like clockwork. I even had some random girl rub my head while I was crouching down waiting for a cue. It was just a great night with good energy in the room. We all felt it and it showed on stage. We got the van loaded and we were back home by 3.
She is in bed right now waiting for me. Guess what I am going to go do?
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