TT TWSTR

So. Once upon a time, I was ridin' shotgun in a little black car drivin' through Mesa....god knows where we were headed, but my guess is Bookmans....we were probably listening to music a little too loud, and the heat was shimmering off the asphalt. We're sitting at a stoplight, and the girl in the driver's seat bursts into laughter and points at the car in front of us. I look ahead, and also burst into laughter. The car. It had a custom license plate. It read: 1papi4u. The vato was waaaaay too cool for school. And certainly too cool for Mesa, in his beater car, cruisin' down the street in the middle of summer with his windows rolled down.

After that, we would text each other any custom plates that were particularly good. Even after she left Tempe. Even after I moved farther away to San Francisco. About once a week, maybe every two weeks, I would get a text with only the characters of the license plate.

Today, I was driving to rehearsal for a show she would really love, and I was on the bay bridge and I saw it. A sports car with a midlife crisis guy. And the license plate read TT TWSTR. I burst out laughing. And then I started to cry.

Those texts will never again show up on my phone, and I won't ever send one again. Chances are, though, that it's a long time before seeing one doesn't make me cry.

my biggest connundrum has been answered

by this yahoo headline: A's to Oakland: We're Just Not That Into You.

Apparently I don't have to be an A's fan now that I live in Oakland. Whew.


In other news, life is crazy at the Flux. We're doing a bunch of events, one or 2 each weekend. It's neat, and stressful, and takes up a lot of time. I'll be heading to AZ mid-April. Win. I'm stage managing Caridad Svich's new play, Wreckage, for it's world premiere. She's going to be in residence for parts of the rehearsal process, so I get to work directly with her. And it's with a company that I've wanted to work with for a while. Win. I'm dating a very nice young man. For our first date (about 2 weeks after we started dating...can i call it dating if we hadn't been on a date?) he brought me a flower, but not a cut flower, but one to plant in my garden. He makes me tea, and made me soup from scratch when I was sick, and has endured me totally wigging out, yelling and crying, and still keeps coming back for more. I'm designing lights for a circus in June...not that kind of circus...dreamtime circus. So, life is crazy and complicated and messy and stressful, but good. Know that I have left out the bad (housemate disputes, major issues to deal with at my teaching job, the ever present money scarcity), but that I'm pretty darned happy about life at the moment. Sorry I've been so crazy busy, but soon my teaching gig will be over and I'll have more time for y'all.