wow!
(a retarded wow.)

mmm, alarm clock. it read 8:19. for some reason i just didn't feel like getting up yet; i preferred lying in bed and thinking about him him him. eventually time slipped through my fingers and 8:19 came to be 8:50ish so i got up. he called at 9:47--yes I remember the time.

hearing what he said on the phone made me so happy, i was smiling like the lovesick fool i am. but my mother--my mother!--took forever in getting dressed.we left around noon; i am not sure. we were on the streets for about an hour or more, then returned back home. i had to do more stuff, i was in a frenzy, in trying to be quick so that i could see him. my dumb father in his going to home depot, my lazy mother in not wanting to rush, made him wait for me for more than an hour. an hour! at the palms. i embraced him from behind when we finally were reunited and ohhhh.

happiness.

We threw away the MSG-ridden Chinese food and walked down to the bus stop, not waiting very long. Down to the Boulevard we rode, got off, and our quest in the blistering heat to reach the Tropicana was delightfully interspersed with kswissing. I didn't finish my Slurpee :( .

The Tropicana! He askd a lady for directions, we went up the mirror escalator, trying to follow the signs, walking down a corridor of shop carts filled with useless nonsense that for some reason, always succeed in suckering out non-natives of their money, and outside we went to the pool area. It wasn't too full, there were people, but not swarms. I braved myself to face him clad in swimming wear in the restroom. It turned out to be great.

Amazing.

We set up a chair for two, right before the patio window where a voyeur hentai kept staring out at the pool. The water was cold for the first 2 seconds. I rode around on his back, trying not to get my hair wet. Our attempts failed. Then we strode over to the jacuzzi, my first time in one, which is sad, but also happy that it was with him. I splashed him, kswissing again...

Fuck yes fuck.

We left; we caught the bus down to the Orleans. Cheese fries, cheese on his pants, cheese fries I didn't finish-- he ate my foooood. :) Walked rather nonchalantly to the industrial center. More awesome.

"Ohh, I wish you would've seen it."

Went back to the Orleans. As soon as we returned, he had to leave. Somehow, it made me unbelievably sad in only a matter of seconds; and I blame myself, but I was close to tears seeing his expression of despondency and confusion at why I had suddenly gone cold. I was left alone, quite pathetically, with my drink, waiting for my ride.

Then home.

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