God, Please Bless America, and This Hoodie
First thing I'm gonna do when I get to Oak-town, after I spend beaucoup quality time with Ish, is call up Chi and mosey to the Castro. I'm gonna say, "Chi, we have to do lunch. Let's talk, it's important." We'll stroll somewhere, consume some stupid-delicious food and afterwards, I'll lean back and come clean. I'll say, "I love you, baby, and I'd never wanna do you wrong. And that, Chi, is why I've brought you your hoodie back."
You see, he gave me this thing in May after the night I spent at his place when I flew out to San Francisco for our theme camp's Emergency Meeting. It was a bright, windy morning and I was shivering while standing out on his patio, smoking a cigarette to slow my mind which was still reeling over the night before. What a gorgeous view, but anyway, he came out to smoke with me and after we had finished, went straight to his closet, flung hangars about and then held up a coat and eyeballed what it'd look like on me. "Nope," he said as he hung it back up. And then, he came out with his second choice. The best article of clothing I have ever seen, a brown and baby blue number with two inch wide horizontal stripes, this amazing knit pullover hoodie. I put it on, he nodded with satisfaction and I wasn't cold for the rest of the trip.
I ended up flying out with the thing because I'd left my obscenely bulky, but warm, ski jacket on the bed on my way out the door to Austin-Bergstrom International. I don't have much of a use for warm clothes in Texas, so my options are limited when dressing for anything below sixty degrees, still I forgot the one truly warm piece of clothing I owned. Anyway, I've hugged in this hoodie, cuddled in it, used it as a pillow, and it's even been used as a pillow while it's on me. It is my precious and I will risk no harm to it. So, when Chi and I go out to lunch, I'll hand it to him and say, "Here it is, Chi. You take it if you want it back, but know this: I look and feel fucking great in this thing." Here's hoping he says, "Oh, just take it, honey."/me is feeling downright Mischevious, with a capital m. ;-)
