Well. This weekend was one of the best of my life, perhaps. Maria got here early Saturday afternoon, and after some slightly effusive greetings (c'mon, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks) we went out and got lunch and coffee on Cary Street, which is only about ten blocks away from West Grace. After lunch we came back here and lazed aroud until about 8 or 9. Then we tried to stop lazing around but failed. A couple hours after that, we made Thai curry--vegetarian, naturally--for dinner and watched Office Space, which she had never seen (a travesty that I felt necessary to correct). Surprisingly, we actually managed to get a fair amount of sleep--kind of odd, considering we both tend to talk each other's ears off and find it hard to stop chattering long enough to get any rest.

Anyways. Yeah. I told her that she might possibly be the love of my life, and she agreed that she felt the same way about me. Which, I know, is a bit dramatic of me. But hey, I finally found someone who gets me. So I feel inclined to take advantage of the situation.

Besides, who else would tolerate such lines from me? I have it made.



She's got hair like the straight sea grass
She's got eyes like silver glass
Watch the sunrise just to see it pass
You sundowner, you
Oh you sundowner, you...

Do I dare to say I love her so?
Do I dare because I might not know
I speak her language but I speak it slow
You sundowner, you
Oh you sundowner, you...

I may need you to carry me, yeah

All the answers, they're in a book
Someone told me but I didn't look
The sky was quiet, the beach it shook
For you, sundowner you
Oh you sundowner, you...

I may need you to carry me, yeah...