This blog is not about San Jose, really, its not! This is an experiment in the form of stream of consciousness...
Sunday, February 19, 2012
married on the ides of march, and a few days later, we were saying good-bye at the airport . . . i cried so hard in the ladies' room that it made people uncomfortable. i remember talking to you on the phone that night, the bleating of tree frogs coming through the lines, punctuating your words, the dog sat on the bed and looked out the window, he was waiting for you to come home for dinner - but it took 9 months and a hurricane for us to have dinner together again . . .