Being gone for two weeks you'd think I would have some extravagant tales to tell eh? I went to New York for a week with Steve shortly after ChI got back. I just needed to get out of town, her reactions to singer-girl stopping by all the time were getting worse. The latenight phone calls answered by singer-girl only seemed to perpetuate this tension. I knew ChI would have a problem with her, I just knew it. Regardless of whether or not ChI has any feelings for me she's still incredibly possessive about our friendship and when she feels like her 'turf' is being stepped on she reacts.

New York was a great relaxer, and as I type this I wish I were back there. Steve and I went to jazz clubs, passed by where Augies used to be up by Columbia University. I remember going there all the time when I lived in the city, packed into the tiny loud space with jazz blowing there almost every night. I missed the bartenders who called me out when I left, I missed the cramped atmosphere, I missed the cute University girls who'd flirt demurely in cool black dresses. I romanticized that environment as much as I possibly could when I was in New York.

Singergirl has taken a new job cleaning print screens at a silkscreening shop downtown. She likes it well enough she says, I believe they're letting her use supplies and time for her own art. Not such a bad job! I should be so lucky to find an opportunity like that! She comes home smelling of paint thinner and it makes me think of ChI. When we lived together, all of ChI's things seemed to have a faint sharp odor of paint thinner.

Yomorrow night singer-girl is taking me to the fetish club in DC again. She loves that place, and we haven't been in many weeks. She tells me this weekend it's my turn to surprise her. Any suggestions? I don't think she's looking for a brand new pair of PVC pants or a white rose. I'm all giddy like a schoolboy looking forward to the trip with her. We're staying in a nice hotel this time rather than driving all the way back at night. I think these things run until very very early in the morning hours.

Now off i go, to waste the rest of this gorgeous day in the shelter of trees, sun, and the porch of Steve's house.

Dean