the shug

i spent my last days in madison floating down the sugar river with tom and caitlin (guest appearances: catherine, angela, stumpy - the bus driver, a father and his daughter - who traded cigs with tom, a group of young college girls - who wanted to trade with tom, and two high school girls - who i tried to buy a kitten from).

our floats involved a lot of journey, the boss, and caitlins hit summer mixes; eric aquired a pretty sweet floating cooler that just happened to contain a cd player. the floating also involved a delicious mix of stoli citrus and raspberry lemonade (if i remember correctly). on one of our drives home caitlin and i rocked out to this sweet jam and declared that it was our song. forever, our song. and then we cried. i can't blame the tears entirely on the stoli/lemonade refreshments.

so, when i get lonely, i pump up leona and sing my heart out. and think about caitlin. and hope that she was able to do the fresco paperwork this week. and sincerly hope that if she didn't get around to doing paperwork, t-ray will send me a comic photo of proof.

needless to say, leona's on repeat tonight. i miss certain people quite a bit. i miss them more when i have to wake up homeless people sleeping on the couches at starbucks, when i find mini liquor bottles hidden in the toilets at starbucks, when i have to call 911 because pepper-sprayed drug-dealers stumble into zoe asking for medical attention, and when i spit wine into my eyeballs during staff meetings. i miss them not because these situations are stressful, or anxiety ridden, or scary. i miss them because i want to laugh my ass off and no one else understands (yet) why i think this shit is so funny.

i miss them because i have yet to meet anyone willing to follow me past the "free kittens. take 1. or 2. or 3" sign and kindly stop me from pursing the offer.