cacaphonesque came over to help me pack, and she helped and helped and brought her friend Calin to help, too. We packed and drank and talked about things, and I sat down all guru-style to explain the history of the Comics Code and my feelings about rampant sexism in modern society.
And I just felt loved. And I don't think it was all the booze.
Tomorrow, liret is coming, to help me finish packing, and then Thursday, I move into my new apartment, and Friday I will have my internets set up and air conditioning installed.
On Saturday, we are all going to a Mets game together, and I will get to go to Shea Stadium one last time before the Mets move to a different field. Whoa, end of an era. I might even buy the sushi this time.
I remember being a little kid at Shea; I remember the 1986 World Series; I remember the RC Shake Things Up sign that lit up whenever the Mets scored.
I am loved. I am happy. That is amazing. Also, I am almost packed. Also amazing.