STACKS. FAT STACKS>

Yes, that's my new goal. I want to work all the time. Even when I am not working I want to think of ways I could be working. I wanna make stack and stacks. I want to do this for I feel I have been lazy. Lazily adrift in my sea of emotion. Endlessly searching for the one who does not exist. I realized this the other day, or perhaps, it was just yesterday.

Please don't call, I won't answer.

I'll be too busy working…

SOMETIMES IT'S JUST FUCKING ROCK N ROLL.

TATA tuesday. Yes, it is what you think it is. Scantily clad ladies gyrating out on the bar while you slurp your favorite elixir. Tuesday's at Headhunters, Austin, TX. Google it.  Some good heavy rock was pouring out of the room when we arrived on scene. Walk in to find the usual hardcore suspects doing their best to convey the rhythm that was pounding in their very hearts. We belly up to the bar for oat sodas and better view of Ms. Things ass. Hey Rob, "dibs."

No sign of the furries, so we head out back to find if the bears are done hibernating. It's been a little while since their last show, and the bipolar ones had been hard at work on their debut album,
The Unabomber's Daughter. 

"Shit it's cold!" one girl says to another as we make our way through the smoke to find the bipolar's in the "green room" or the back of the bar, outside in the elements. One, two, three, "Hey where's Poda?" I say to Caleb and then I see the look from the rest of the band. Poda is missing

They then start explaining how there was some sort of snafu with the payment processing on their, whatever.

"There's a big fucking lock on our music shed, and it's not ours."  explains Caleb as he details the use of a hacksaw, poda's $25 wal-mart lock cutter and Devin's teeth. No such luck. So here are the bears, about to play their first show since finishing the album, and no one has any gear. The boys from the band currently on stage had been generous enough to allow them to use their rig, so they were at least safe, for now. 

Still no Poda.

I then come to find out that they don't have an amp for the guitar. Thankfully at that very moment a guy walks in to the green room, and says they can use his amp or the bar's or whoever's, success. They had found a vox guitar amp. Daniel was giddy with glee. I too had a pep in my step, or perhaps I was just tipsy.

Still no Poda.

Sometime after another a pretty young thing walks in to the green room, and starts looking around and pushing buttons on her calculator, or whatever that thing with blinking lights was in her hand. She seems to be looking for something. "That would be funny, if she was looking for Poda too." Well turns out she was and then we all enjoy a good chortle, except her of course, cause hey, she really wanted to find him, and hey, all us fools are all too familiar with his antics. 

At this point the green room had become a little chilly so we make our way through the girls, the smoke, and whatever is written on the wall back inside to catch the end of the generous gents who's rig that would in turn be used by the white mammals, that is if Poda shows up. 

Shots. Beers. Dollar bills in black patterned stockings. Like I said, tata tuesday. A tap on the shoulder from a few of the friends I had invited. Nice to see you. Cheers! As we're talking about the game or something else, I see her. The one with the mathematical device in her paw. There's a vibration in my left pocket. I pull my phone out to find that Poda, yep that one, had txted me back. He's on the way. Rejoice. Hallelujah. The drummer is on the way! I guess she had forgotten me for when I told her Poda was on the way, she asked me how I knew that she was looking for him. Insert squirmy face here. 

Anyway, enough about her! Here's the missing link to the indie/pop/disco/rock darlings, The Bipolar Bears. Through the sea of high fives and and ass slaps I see the one known as the Poda sauntering towards me. He looks drunk. He is drunk.Making easy money pimping ho's in style. That's how we do it. Bout that time, ay chap?

Poda heads to the stage to join the band members who are desperately trying to make their non-isntruments produce that bipolar bear sound. The rest is rock history for the band played, girls danced, people drank, and I sat there with a winning grin. The Bipolar Bears are back!

As the band finishes the final notes of what would become known as the "drano ass" show, the drummer stands up, grabs a mic and exclaim's, "We're LITTLE BOYS PENIS!, Thank you, goodnight."

 

THE MONEY SMELLS FUNNY

Things have been swirling today, so here's my best attempt to put them down, get them out, or just mess them up even better. Despite my best efforts,  the design has been coming right along. Today I am currently working on several projects and am feeling rather creative. I like days like today. I awoke feeling a little crusty, but I was warm. Oh so warm in my bed. I was all alone, and yet I was still warm.

I feel like I am learning things all the time, or maybe I am just remembering them. Whatever the case it's good, I like it. I feel like if I just keep trying, believing, then things will start happening.

See, it's all happening, now.

WINNERS & LOSERS

Turn the pages of my life, which one will I be today? Well today, I guess I am a bit of both. I had an interview a job that I really want. It went very well, and I think I may get it.

At exactly 2:22 I received word that she doesn't think it's going to work out with us. She's not feeling it. I told her if she didn't want it, then neither did I. I then told her that I hoped she would find happiness and what she was looking for. I then said it was nice to meet her.

I thought for a minute that maybe I should have fought for her. Then I realized that it's only been a week and there's not much there to fight for. Perhaps it was a test. Maybe she was looking to see what I would say. I doubt it though.

So here I sit, alone again. It's a lonely life that I am living. Yes, I have a lot of friends, a few very close ones and we do love each other. However, friends don't keep you warm when it's this cold outside. There's no one there to embrace you on these cold and lonely nights.

It's 3:11. I always seem to look at the time everyday when it's 3:11. I remember when I left Aspen, and the old life of Mr. and Mrs. Cook, that the time was 3:11. Maybe I will remember that time or keep looking at that time until I forget how this feels.

I mean, I  am not so hurt, after all it's only been one week. I thought I saw it though. I did see something in her. I guess I have always thought that some little Texas philly might be able to save me. I thought it could have been her. However, the only way I want this love to be is to be reciprocated. If she doesn't want me, if she doesn't feel me, then so be it.

That doesn't stop me from feeling however, and it is I that I have to live with. What I want to take from this today, is that it will be ok. I will find her. Surely it's somewhere, right? The love that they speak of. The love that brings me home. The one that makes me live. What made me think that this was so different? She did tell me that she was a man-eater. I guess I didn't believe her. Maybe she's just scared.

Whatever, she's not her, and I am still here. Or maybe I'm still gone. I can't tell. I hope this new job works out. I do need a few changes in my life. I guess I'll just have to make those changes myself. It's a better way to be anyhow. So if you see me today, just know that I have won and lost. That's what I am today, a winner and a loser.

AM I DREAMING OR IS THIS THE DREAM?

It's been one week in a about two hours. I can see lights outside that remind me of that space cadet glow that I so long for. They have nothing to do with her, except I looked at them just last night when she was here.

I realize that I am ridiculous. I am silly heart and can get so swept away that I act the fool. I was reminded of this today by a true and trusted friend. I thought on it. I then recalled all the things I have learned to this point in my life. It's something I guess that I have fucked up in the past. I do tend to forget these things when the stars are in my eyes. I can expect nothing from her. I cannot wish anything into being. It was easier today once I remembered these things. I was starting to lose it. I hope she didn't catch on.

She's so relaxed and quite the badass that I was scared at first. I see now that I am also a badass, and if she can't see that, then that's her loss. I am worth it. I cannot force it. 

If it's meant to be, it will happen. There is no reason to get all worked up about it. It's futile. All these like sick blues for just the promise of what could be. I am not in love. I just see some signs that point in the direction I want. 

I think what started this tizzy was when I awoke this morning to find her sun kissed skin laying next to me. I have had visions about that skin. It's that skin I might have also called cinnamon in the past. I don't know if I have ever seen it lying to next to me. 

So I go half crazy now and then. I guess I always will. The thing I want to take from today, is that I know who I am. I know what I know, and I know what I want. If I am what she wants, then fucking fantastic. If I am not, oh well, I guess I'll just have to keep kissing all these frogs. Someday my princess will come. She may be here soon, she might be here tomorrow. She might be at concert in Houston. However I won't know until I know, so when I do, don't worry. You'll be the first.

LET'S HAVE COFFEE.

Yes, no drinks this time, just good old coffee from my favorite local brewer. The place was packed. I had arrived a few minutes early because, well I'm kinda old school that way. I hadn't been to the moon at night before, and the place was hoppin. Laptops aglow everywhere. Books out, open and words being highlighted, with papers strewn about the tables. I manage to secure two spots in the corner before the little darlin' arrived. I sat waiting patiently as I could for I had grown quite anxious about this meeting. It had struck me just earlier that day that some of those recollections I kept recalling had me reeling just a bit. They were a bit familiar. Like I knew this was going, somewhere. Where, fuck, who knows.



And, here she is…



Dang. She is as cute as I recalled. So freaking cute. Well it started off as most coffee shop conversations do. A little of this, talk about that. I'm pretty sure the woman on her laptop sitting next to us had to be eavesdropping. I would have been if I was her. All the body language was there, grins were appearing, and those feelings of resisting were disappearing. She even admitted that she did not want me to be as cute as she had remembered. Dang. I was. "…well let me go ahead and text her and tell her I don't need the out after all…"



After some more of us getting used to each other I suggest a move to an alternate location. My place seemed like the logical choice for it was extremely close to the coffee shop. We decide to walk although a cold wind had begun to blow. Upon arriving at my place, the conversation was becoming almost effortless. As I unfolded the strange brand of creepy that I do possess, she didn't seem to bat an eye. Oh those eyes… Blinding azul sapphires gleaming against her perfectly porcelain skin with those devilishly dark tendrils dancing around those lights and framing them ever so beautifully.



More and more talking. We discover that neither of us had eaten dinner before we met. We both had been busy, however I suspect that we might of both had a few butterflies in our tummies. We decide on dinner but it's after 11 at this point and not much is open here in the ATX after 10, which I find strangely peculiar for the amount of nightlife in this town. Anywho, I suggest Magnolia and she's never been.

We arrive and settle in to our booth. Talk. Eat. Laugh. Smile. Then she asks if we can go back to my place and watch a movie. Or course we can. So, we go.



I had seen the movie before, so I was able to steal some kisses from the couch. Soft, slow and sparkly…



After the movie we just kept on talking, kissing and laughing. Oh boy, it's 4am and it's not really kosher to stay the night on the first date. I mention that it could technically be considered the second date, but I digress. She stands up to leave, I say I'll walk her to the car, then lay the best kiss of the evening on her. "Was that a ploy to make me stay? she says. "Cause it almost worked."



I don't know, but there is something about this one…

SO YOU'RE A MAN EATER? PERFECT!

The one I had totally turned off just the night before came walking into the party with a saucy smile, and her dark and lovely locks falling across her face just enough to cover up just one of those sparkling baby blues. A smile, a wink and a nod.

Yes, it's me. Yes, I was totally under the spell of golden hops and that damn rye that always gives me those old red eyes.  Yes, I am a total douche bag. Anywho, it's nice to see you…

You know sometimes I act the fool. Well possibly a little more than sometimes, but for this story, I'll just say sometimes. I am truly sorry for partying this time. For she was really cute, a lot of fun, and has that lovely southern drawl.

I think I may have recovered. It's stretch, but I think I may just have been able to pull it off. Only time will tell, and only she will let me know. So all I have to say is this.

If you are what you say you are, then go on and use me up.

Hey there!

Hey you, yeah it's me. :) Nice to see you! How have you been? It's been awhile. What's new with you? You know I have been thinking about you a lot. I miss you girl. Have you been reading this? Your ears were probably burning. Cause look, it's ALL about you. Well, there's some nonsense about her. But baby, you know, she don't love me like you. You know this is all, well mostly, for you. You have been on my mind for quite some time. Can you feel it? Do you feel it? You must know how I am feeling. Babe, you've got me reeling. Keep believing, it's all happening, now. <3

WHO KNOWS ANYTHING FOR SURE? NO ONE THAT'S WHO>

Admittedly, I am a dreamer. I might be looking so hard that I have convoluted the very essence of my emotions. The promise is there. The hope is right around the corner. This titillates and scares the ever loving shit out of me. I mean, maybe she will be so fun, cool, and smart that I can't help it. However, she might be too young, too dumb, and just another someone.

Whatever.

The only thing I know that I can do is to try. Show up, speak my mind, and listen to her. So try I shall. I think she's cute, she seems rather chill, which is good. Of course no one will believe me when I say this to them for I have said it all before. Yes I know, but what else I am to do? I may not know who she is, but then again, neither do you…

So for you, my friends, I will not put too much faith in it. I won't write ridiculous and fanciful things about her. I won't call and tell you that we're in love. In fact, I won't say a word about it. It's just drinks. That's all. Where it goes, nobody knows. The only rule is this. Wherever it goes, this is where it begins.

THE FALSE SYNAPSE REARS IT'S UGLY HEAD, ONCE AGAIN.

Chocolate. Chocolate is that thing that gives you the feeling that it just might work this time. I mean, she came after you. She said all the right things. She's a looker. So this white chocolate hooker, I mean, well whatever. She swooped in, played with my emotions, then went fucking bananas. She was probably already bananas, I was just too blinded by the light to recognize it. 

I want this shit to stop. I don't want to be blinded. I want my eyes to be wide open. I don't want to keep hoping. I want to keep living. I am no longer looking. It's futile, exhausting, and rather lame. 

TOO HOT
It was, it is. That's the only thing that keeps me wondering why. Why, do you ask? I just wonder from time to time.

I'M NOT HERE.

I have left this far behind. I'm off on the adventure of a lifetime. I cannot tell you to where, but let's just say, I'm lost. Wherever I am, undoubtedly, I am lost. I cannot find my way. The path is not illuminated and the stars are not coming out from their hiding places in the galaxy.  The way is dark, and there are sharp things all around. I can feel them. I see hear their menacing glares with every breath. I want to quit. I want to give in their quick wits and razor sharp tendrils. There is no way that I will ever find her. She's lost. If I'm lost and she's lost, it would seem that luck might play a part and bring us together. The two unlucky souls that find each other lost in their darkness. They will find something beautiful and new in this wicked little game. 

Debatable.

I think it must be more like just endlessly searching for that one thing that would make all things better. I guess everyone is searching for that one thing. Whatever it is. For me it's her. For you who knows, but for me, it's her. 

Stop looking.

How do I do that exactly. What does that mean? How can I not search their eyes for traces of what I am dreaming of? I have tried, believe me. It's just not one of those things that comes very easy to me. I am a little glimmer of hope sitting in the corner of your local bar. On your smartphone? Turn around I'm sitting right behind you. You don't.  You won't. See, you just got up and left…

SHIT IS FUNNY

I MEAN, why, why does this always seem to happen? It's not here. Then it's here everywhere. And suddenly you're in love with everything. Well I am not, but I cannot disregard the stars. They sometimes seem to hold that familiar glow. That sparkle that just makes me be that guy I know that I am. So she's 21, or maybe she's that lost soul I met at the soiree this evening. What is the movie cliche I should follow here? You don't know, and neither do I. But one thing is for sure. I know what I want. I want her to break all the rules. So, I see you, I'll I wanna do is see you.
However, that's where I usually kill this.

Colour my life with the chaos of trouble, cause anything's better than posh isolation. 

I'm just sayin, it could be worse. It can always be better. But maybe that's what this is all about. Who knows anyhow? I haven't seen that spark in the dark in a bit, but tonight it was there. I'm thinking about what Sara said.

What do you make of the cool set in London?

THE GROUP OF GHOSTS-GRUPO FANTASMA

There is no way you can see this band live  and not feel it in your bones, that rattle in your soul, and that overwhelmed feel of joy that only live music can bring.  Almost from the first notes that come bouncing from the stage your toes start tapping. It moves up til your knees start twitching and your hips are swaying to the beats of this 11 piece latin funk orchestra from Austin, TX. Fresh off their summer tour which began with their first grammy win for best latin rock or alternative album, for 2010's "El Existential" the boys have never sounded better.

You may think you have heard latin dance music before, but if you haven't heard or better yet, seen Grupo Fantasma live, then you are missing some of the best dance music in the world!  These boys will get your heart pounding, and your whole body surging to the infectious grooves of the ghosts.

This is not your abuela's latin dance party.

The band blends styles from funk, reggae, rock, and of course a hot, spicy, nasty salsa style that will surely set your senses on fire. Even for a non spanish speaker like me, it's a fantastic show. For what you can't understand from not knowing the words,  the music makes you all but forget that you don't know espanol fluently. If you're still hesitant, just wait. After a little water break at the show, it was hot and I was sweaty I returned to my dance team while the band was on a short break. When they begin to play,  something is strangely familiar. I know this song, I mean it sounds a little different, but I know it. What is it?  Oh it's plaguing me, then here comes the chorus, "Burning Down the House!" I knew it! Well sort of anyhow. I hadn't recognized it to this point for they were singing all the lyrics in spanish, except when they got to the chorus which they triumphantly shouted in english.

If you like what you hear and would like a little more funk in your disco, then be sure to check out Brownout, Grupo's psychedelic hydra that features eight members from the band.

Formed in 2000 from the merger of two Austin acts, The Blue Noise Band and The Blimp, the band emerged with a sold out show at the former Empanada Parlour in Austin. The band is best known for their exuberant live shows and their recent association with Prince and his 3121 Club in Las Vegas. The band has backed Prince on numerous occasions, including his performance on the ALMA Awards in 2007, and often perform at his afterparty jam sessions. The ensemble has sold more than 20,000 albums independently.

Grupo Fantasma has twice played the Austin City Limits Music Festival and taped an episode of the popular Austin City Limits TV Show on PBS, which first aired November 17, 2007. They have also performed at such festivals as the Montreal Jazz Festival and the Calgary Folk Music Festival and have headlined numerous SXSW showcases in their career. The also played at the inaugural South Padre International Music Festival in 2007. The band performs relentlessly, regularly doing over 150 performances a year. Their horn section has also made various appearances on worldwide releases and has recently been performing with indie rock band Spoon. Grupo Fantasma's music was featured prominently in the NYC Cable Public-access television cable TV show, The Unbelievable Show from 2001–2004. The group's album Sonidos Gold was nominated for Best Latin Rock or Alternative Album for the51st Grammy Awards. 

WE'RE SO NOT EACH OTHERS TYPES.

Admittedly, we're not. We have never dated someone like each other before. While we do have a a number of things in common, we're very different people. That's why I think it's working. I mean it's fucking fantastic. I'm falling in love, or I am already there, or I don't know, I just love to be with her. Just to be around my great friend Kate, it's the best thing in the world. There's sunshine on our faces, and stars in our eyes. Our hearts are growing larger by the day, and there's no end in sight. We play so well together. We make everyone sick with our constant giggles and grins.  Actually it's more like we have a supernova of love that no one can deny, It's the best feeling in the world. I haven't had as many smiles in the past six weeks as I have had in the last 6 months. I just can't get enough. I just can't get enough…

WILL YOU STILL LOVE ME TOMORROW?

There's no way to say, so who cares. I love her today! Yes Jim, I love her madly. I love her way. She's quite possibly the cutest thing I have ever seen. And so in love we are. It's gross, but I fucking luff it. I love the shit out of it.

This is what's up. She's what's up.

She is changing the very definition of she for me.

She's a dream.

Not one that I have had before. I like it. It makes me feel really good. Could you be the one that they talk about? Mmmmmmmm…

Oh, the motorcycle queen. She's the spiciest scooter in town. Her salsa had my lips feeling the same scorching that was flaming in my heart.

Her kisses have got me going crazy. I almost can't take it. They are too good. She's so soft. She's so warm. I want more. I want them now. I want to lay you down and stroke your hair. Kiss you on your head, then explode a million little kisses all over your face.

Sweet Jane. You're the one for me. Would a rose not be a rose by any other name?

Heavenly wine and roses seem to whisper to her when she smiles.


I love that she's just so cool. She has a very relaxed and breezy way to her. She's funny. She make me laugh. And laugh we do. These ginormous  gregarious grins we wear are not lost on anyone we meet. We're such dorks. It's great. She's great.

Hey Kate, I think you're great.

So will you still love me tomorrow? 

IT'S YOU.

Lady K.

Ms. DuMontiere in fact.

I love your work. You amaze this old fool. I can't stop smiling because of you. You're the one I've fallen for. Surely, this can't be a dream. It must be the truth. Come with me to the sea. The sea, the sea of love. I'll always be by your side. Even when you're down and out. I just want to be close to you. I want to be the best boy you'd ever meet.

Hopeless romantics like me know one thing.

If lilac wine is for reals then this can't be denied. This is the stuff of dreams, moonbeams, and monsters. I want to take you to the moon, just so I can kiss you upside down.  Lilac wine is sweet and heady, like my love. I feel I'm steady. It's like my love.

This whole thing has gone crazy. I have gone crazy for this one. This girl, without the curls. This beautiful blonde baby. The southern star, in full regalia. She danced on in her ballet slippers, twirled a bit, and stole my heart.

Thank you. Just a simple meeting of the minds. We'll fight fire with fire.

Listen to me. I cannot see clearly. I don't care. If this haze is what loving you is like, then I won't no part of not knowing it, forever. Why is everything so hazy, am I go crazy?

Yes. So crazy.

Lilac wine, I feel I'm ready.

OH HOW THE NOTES BEND AND REACH ABOVE THE TREES

What a beautiful face I have found in this place that is circling all around the sun. When we meet on a cloud I'll be laughing out loud. I'll be laughing with everyone we see.  Oh your face. It is such a light that it's like a distant lighthouse signaling this ship to come on home.  Your embrace is the thing that reminds me of home. Your gentleness.  The smell of your hair. The way you kiss.

The way you kiss me is the way I know how connected we are. Your supple suckers have got me reeling each time the spark is sprung from our lively lips. I love to kiss you. I need to kiss you. I want to kiss you. Now. Right now. Always.

You're so dreamy I can't help but giggle when I am around you. You're so much like me, yet so different. You sure do light up a room. In fact, set it on fire.

That sleep inside the daydream I spoke about, I am falling farther and farther into. It's like floating on a breeze. Falling through the efferfluff. It's soft, and warm. It's where I want to live. It's where I want to die.

I'm thinking a lot about you. I mean I think of you often and I also think you're worth so much. I care about you. I want to take care of you. I want to compliment the shit out of you. I want to be your biggest fan.

Ballerina, I can you see you dancing. Your grace and sinuous movements are spellbinding.

There are lights in the clouds and there's ghosts all around.

This is the only way I want to live. I want to get lost in you. Perhaps I'll be waiting for myself there.

You inspire and delight me. I really enjoy that. I really enjoy you. I can't wait to see you. :)

WILL YOU COME AGAIN? IT'S HARD TO SAY

Third meeting. Much of the same serendipity. She came in looking hot to trot. Such a summer breeze. What a sunshine daydream. She's so pretty, and such a doll. I love to lay my gaze upon her. Tonight was a little more personal. We did get a little deep. Whatsoever, the music was good. The kisses were those of the dreamy magical love that neither of us believes in. The eternal optimist Vs. the eternal pessimist. Surely, all of this is so profound. It's nice to talk about.

Talk of yesterday and she will describe some thing that she does not believe in, even though it's sitting right in front of her, I mean, I am that thing that you think doesn't exist. I have all of that stupid, silly, splendiferous, wanderlust inside me. I can be the boy that you don't believe in. Let's just dance dance to joy division. We'll celebrate the irony. Everything is going wrong, but we're so happy. Let the love tear us apart, I found a cure for a broken heart. Let it tear us apart.

Don't push me out. Just a little longer. I am here to stay. I will be here in the weirdness, I'll be here in the shame. I'll teach you how to use, the love that people say I've made. Let's break this tired old routine. I am ready to take you on for a ride.

You could be the best thing that's ever happened to me. You could be that sparkly gumdrop I am so sure that exists. Come with me my love, to the sea. The sea of love.

You said you would give me the opportunity to be the boy with the heart of gold. So let me. You may believe it or not, but it's the truth that remains to be seen.

The passions were running hot tonight. That being said, it was a magical evening. In the grass. In the park. Under the full moon. Are you kidding? It was the moment. I had to go with it. I am glad I did. I had never seen such a slinky bodice draped in moonlight, until tonight. I'm pretty sure, I saw you first. It was in a dream. It was in a dream.

I know there's a light inside…

It's the chemistry. It's the way I see everything I need. Could this be our little secret? No one needs to know we're climbing higher, and higher.

It's ours for the taking. Will you return to me? I do not know, all I can do is hope. So here's to hope and all that mess. Let me be your everlasting light. Love is the coal that makes this train roll. Let me be, your everlasting light…

You don't have a clue, what it is like, to be next to you.

COULD IT BE?

Holy schnikes batman! I saw it. I fucking saw it! I looked into those dazzling green peepers and they looked right back at, and through me. Holy shit. Is this happening? I mean for reals! At first, I saw the girl. I was delighted by her rosy cheeks, her gregarious grin, and her cute little feets. I just had to ask her name. Ask her if she wanted to meet me after work. She did!

The first meeting was fun, smiley, and had some good conversation. I had to see her again.

The second meeting was effortless. Easy and fun. Simply delicious.  The conversation was swirling all around us. My giggles did not fall on deaf ears. Our laughter had to be somewhat annoying, even to the other lovers seated around us. It was time. I had to know what those lips tasted like. I had been staring at them for the entire night, and dreaming about our first lip lock.

We take a walk. We hold hands. We look up at the stars. We feel the grass under our toes. I pull her in close. She looks up. I go for it.  Those lips, so soft, supple. Golly gee wilickers, she tastes like heaven! Oh that first kiss was the stuff of movies, moonbeams, and dreams. I had to steal another one. And another.

Not wanting to scare the dear, I decide to keep the walk going. When we arrive back at our house of wine, I get two glasses of some effervescent bubbly.  As the bubbles are a popping, our grins are a growing. I can't stop smiling. Neither can she. Is that music I hear in the air? Is that just in my head? Who cares, it's beautiful, so is this, and so is she.

We decide to go meet my friends down the street. My friends being in true form, are lively and fun. She jumps right in. Doesn't bat an eye. Lovely.

They're leaving. On to the next spot. This is where my heart started to sink, just a bit. We laughed, and laughed. We kissed and kissed. Oh my lord. This little gizmo has gotten to me. She's touched me, in all the right places.  It feels so good. She feels so good.

I cannot wait to see her again. I am smitten, and so is she. I don't think either of us will break these grins plastered on our mugs for quite sometime. The scent of her skin is intoxicating. Her blonde locks are so fine. Her dimples kill me. Oh I could look at this beauty all day long. However, it's time for her to go. We make another date. It's more than a day away. Oh man, this is going to be tough. It's ok though, I am pretty sure that the sunshine emanating out of my ass will keep me afloat until I see her again.

I can't stop smiling. She can't stop smiling. Can't stop. Won't stop.