Here I Am

So, I got home today, after a rather dull day at work, and watched Flight Plan. It had a really interesting plot, that kept me guessing. And Jodi Foster was kick ass, as usual. After that was done, I saw I had a message from Mike. He was asking me if I would go with him to Bob's to clean out his clothes.

So we did that. Well, I did. Mike couldn't. Bob's house looks exactly like it did the last time I was there. I couldn't help but think of that great night in the spring, when we took Liza and her friend to Bob's and out to dinner to send her off to Boston...

The shirts and pants hung up in the closet still had empty hangers between them, from grabbing clothes off of them while getting dressed. Things that you would never notice under other circumstances. The little wooden butler still holding a tray of hershey's kisses... I didn't have one.

Put all the clothes from their organized piles indiscriminately into garbage bags. I totally know that I have a tendency to overanalyze things, but I couldn't help but think how much people value their material possessions. Being a gay man, I guess a big part of that is clothes. But does it really matter? Argh... Too many thoughts right now.

Oh my, I totally just had the strangest thing happen to me. As I was writing the last sentence, I totally was randomly thinking of a friend of mine, who just popped online... Crazy... Gonna see what he's doing tonight then.

So, we're having Thanksgiving of sorts here. Food, friends, etc. - close enough... Anyways, Mike and his brother bought a new kitchen table and chairs today that are really cute... So... perfect timing, though dinner in front of the fireplace is still an option.

And, I'll conclude with the lyrics to the inspiration for the title of this post: