Just hop on the bus Gus, don'tneedtodiscuss much.
Just drop off the key Lee, and get yo self free.
Sometimes when women fall in love, they can't shut up about it. A girlfriend must sit quietly, nod her head head and smile warmly through it. It's the listening hat segment of being a friend, and you wait out every last boring detail. It's your job. It's what girlfriends do. It's what girlfriends do right after we sit around naked brushing eachother's hair and having ice cream fights at slumber parties. (But not always)

But last night as I listened to a girlfriend go and on I felt my guts getting soft and loopy. I found myself falling in love too with the very same. Both our eyes got wet, our breath picked up, and everyone else in the club, in the neighborhood, in Texas, anywhere- melted away. I could not stop smoking. I could not finish a drink. I still listened and shook my head, but mostly, I just shook. I wanted details that mattered like how not to rush. How to not get so obsessed. How to build a life around this. How many bags to pack, how much money to save, how exactly to get there and when.