Conclusion to an amazing week

I know I was bad...
I meant to post this as it happened.
I failed you.

So, here's where we left off...

Monday was a silly day. I was very tired.

Went back to Keyfoods so Rodney could stock up on foodstuff for the week. He finally got bagels for his new toaster (yay!) and I bought the necessary ingredients to make Chicken Noodle soup, because I felt like stepped-on-shit that day.

We wrestled the futon to the ground and refluffed it - never look inside cheap furniture, cause its kind of gross and you don't want to sit on it for awhile afterward. Then I fell asleep on Rodney while we *tried* to watch movies - I was being difficult. Couldn't get into No Country for Old Men and then switched to Amadeus.

Rodney bought me coffee. Let me tell you, nothing tastes better than a coffee handed to you by your man when he went and actually left the house to go buy it for you. Mmm... thanks!

Then he left me to go do laundry. This was a very sad time for us. It was the first time we were apart for more than ten minutes all week. I anxiously made my soup and waited by the door like a sad puppy for him to return. I tried to read, but that didn't help. Then I tried to study, but that definitely wasn't happening either. So I sat there and played on the computer half-heartedly.

When he finally came home, it was nice. We ate dinner, did dishes, he put away clothes. I like routines with him. Cleaning can be fulfilling, cooking can be fun, especially when you're doing it for/with someone you love. Plus, I love our apartment! -I'm so happy with it and I want to keep it (reasonably) tidy.

Then it was a Tuesday!

It was a very fun day, but it was also a sad one. I didn't want to face our last night together... not yet. I kept thinking maybe I could just skip out on school for the semester, pack up my stuff, and move in immediately. Then I was thinking this could mess things up for me, and if I'm going to spend my life with this guy, it's not just about what I want to do anymore.

Went to Lefgos Pyrgos, a beautiful jem of a cafe in Astoria. They make excellent flan, and my coffee was very tasty. The atmospher is worth a look-see - its made to look like the Greek coastline, everything is shiny and sunny inside, glass and white and mediterannean blue. Love it.

Rodney cooked dinner on this day, and it was very tasty! He made breaded chicken cutlets and it was accompanied by leftover potato soup (which is so much better afters it has had time to fully develop in the fridge). It was a wonderful marriage of tastiness and comfort food! :)

Then, honestly, what happened before going to the East Village is a blur for me. I remember finding the invite on Facebook, and reading some, and *unmentionable activities* but that was about it.

I forgot to explain - silly me. Rodney has a friend from college, Joe Yoga. He's a one-man artistic revolution. (I should promote him... here's his site). Anyways, we went to an open mic night to go listen to him play music. I was not prepared for what was in store for me:

First of all, the East Village is crazy shit. Piercings, sushi, coffee, and weed. Love it love it love it all! And a VERY young atmosphere, not an old person in sight ('cept for Rodney). On our way to the venue, we passed Astor Place -famous for the Astor Place Riot that started the American Theater movement/identity- which excited me because it was a decent portion of my theater class @ Kent.

Well, we looked and we looked for this place called Under St. Marks Theater. Seriously, I felt like I was looking for Platform 9 3/4. It was just NOT THERE. Then, Rodney's like "oh, here it is!" and its this tiny stairwell leading into the bowels of only-God-knows-what, we descend further, pitch black, almost trip going down a hallway, and we are met by the doorman...

Polyanna over here (aka Myself) thought that the "underground scene" was a dramatic creation of Hollywood. Hahaha, guess not! Rodney's fumbling for the right amount of cash to get in, and I'm thinking "how the fuck does one stumble into this place?". There's a guy doing standup, and all I catch him saying is "anything with 3 holes is a bong, a woman could essentially be a bong". Eye's as wide as dinner plates - I is an excited Alyx. I'm about to be entertained!

Here's the lineup:

The aforementioned comedian

A singer/songwriter - guitar & harmonica

Another singer/songwriter - guitar... wrote a trippy song about abandoning a start-and-stop life

Master Lee - a comedian who's performs as an insightful Asian master, real funny shit, nice delivery

... there were many more, including Joe Yoga's live brainstorming session and the dirty balloon animal man. For more information about that particular night and Penny's Open Mic, go here.

We left shortly after the Hootenany Break where all are invited to sing a selection of random songs, and this weeks list included 99 Red Balloons. Rodney got me a beer and I danced some, but I was pretty beat and needed to pee, so there you have it. I left out this: Stopped for pizza, went home, sex, depression, sleep.

Then... Wednesday, dreaded Wednesday came.

I cried. I did not want to sleep alone. I did not want to leave me home or my Love. I insisted on staying, however it would've been too expensive to wait until Sunday to return home. *sigh*

We went to a beautiful Italian restaurant for lunch, the name of which has since escaped me. It was very classy! We had wine, and this awesome bread. Then fresh mozerella with tomatoes, mmm... perfect! I ordered 3-cheese spinach ravioli w/ a walnut & spinach sauce. Perfecto! I didn't try any of Rodney's pasta, but he seemed to be happy. Everything was absolutely lovely! Rodney knows how to show me a good time :)

We rushed home to grab my bags, I cried even more... cried all the way to the subway. We decided to take a cab instead - crazy cab drivers! This guy is doing the crosswords while driving in mid-day traffic to the airport, and it's just stop-go-speed-brake-go-speed-change lanes-speed-brake... I was terrified!

Finally, the hardest part of the trip was upon us, the End. Sadness, some sniffles, lots of kissing and hugging and "please don't let me leave" and "but Alyx, you need to go back to school and work" and "no I don't, I need you" and "well, I'm not going to stop you, but we're already here and it's only another month until we see each other again..."

Let me just comment that at that point, a month is like years. It feels like years of not talking, touching, kissing, enjoying the city, laughing, having someone to hold you at night, all that. I forget that I have friends and school and the time will pass because this is that crazy point at the end of the semester, and nothing else seems to matter except that our week went by in an instant and our time apart seems like eternity.

I miss miss miss him and Astoria and all that it means to me. It's taken me 3-4 days of working on this post, because the more I write, the more I remember, and the harder it becomes to not just leave it all behind and move. I can't wait for everything to just be over and done with. I am so ready to start this new life.