Am in Columbus, Ohio, which is a whole lot better than I remembered it. Ohio is a much more happening place than people give it credit for, or at least, some of its cities are. I have to love it; I was born here, along with David Hopes and A. Van Jordan.
Before I can talk about Columbus, though, I need to go back to my last entry in order to point out that I am feeling much, much better, although it took a while. Wednesday was all warm and beautiful: I had no nightmares and a really good orgasm, my girlfriend wore these really hot boy shorts, our writing workshop got completely out of hand and I cried from laughing so hard, and there was a Top Design marathon. The next morning started out with Marshall's dream of a picket fence and our dog in the yard, but then got pretty rough, and I was forced to rediscover conflict-resolution-through-correspondence, and I cried a lot. That might have worked out in my favor, though, since I started crying while my professor read a Shelley poem aloud to us, and I think he may have assumed I was moved by the poetry, not just my own drama. Had a long talk with Jana after class, tucked-away in a Karpen hallway, and felt much better by the time we left. I did laundry and felt productive, and Marshall and I worked things out and had a hot date at the Waffle House, and a very intense night afterward, during which everything as made to feel better. Friday morning was lazy and beautiful, and then got frantic when I lost my keys just before leaving, and crazier when my flight was delayed twice and then flat-out cancelled, but I finally made it to Columbus, which is where I'm at now. The delays were good, though, because they gave me an excuse to buy Tom Perrotta's Little Children, which was the best the airport bookstore had to offer, and which is the first new, prose book I've managed to read strictly for fun since Christmas break. The thrill!
It's so good to see my family again; as much as I find myself missing them, there are all these tiny things I forget until I'm back in a small room with them, and we're teasing each other and remembering things and getting caught up on what has happened in my absence. We're actually in Columbus now because Greg is getting really into martial arts (he's taking Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu classes back home, apparently) and convinced my father that they just had to see some Ultimate Fighting Champion fight here this weekend. My mother and I spent the day shopping, which is a horribly gendered, but completely thrilling, way to spend the time. I spent lots of time in a bookstore without buying anything, then blew that restraint after a femmey, freak-out moment in a dressing room at anthropologie; my mother and I spent at least nine hours moving from one warm, cozy store to another while it snowed gorgeously outside; and we ended the night by seeing Music and Lyrics, which is the kind of movie I could only go see with my mother. It was really adorable, and there was lots of fake-eighties music performed by Hugh Grant, who was delightful as always in his standard Hugh Grant role, and I laughed a lot and cried a little and thoroughly enjoyed myself and, in fact, now have "Pop! Goes My Heart" stuck in my head.
Came home and climbed into the bathtub to talk to my girlfriend; we both decided to actually take baths, which was great until I got too lightheaded and her phone died. Talked much more until her phone finally died again, and then mine followed suit. The really remarkable thing, though, is that my mother, at one point, told me to tell Marshall about something we'd discussed over lunch today, which is the first time she's ever acknowledged my girlfriend's existence since four months ago, when I told her we were dating. So maybe things there will come together, somehow. I'd like them to. I feel so close with my family right now, and it would be nice to feel less compartmentalized around them.
Speaking of family: my father and brother are still out at the fights, even though it's nearly one a.m. I wanted to wait up for them, but all the shopping and romantic comedy shit has worn me out, and I'm going to fall asleep sitting up if I'm not careful. To bed with me, then: tomorrow, I'll be reunited with my cats, and there may even be pictures to come! Sleep sweet, everyone!
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