[i]
Waking up around noon.
Hot Cinnamon Oat Bran with Brown Sugar, Blueberries, and
Almond Milk.
Watching The Rum Diary (2011).
Double Egg Sandwich with Mayonnaise and Tomato. Honey Oolong
Tea.
Meeting up at the storage unit with Stephanie and Sarah (she
drove from Richmond). Running through the Vaginasaurs set and introducing a new
song.
...
Stef and I stop at Five Guys for the French Fries.
...
In route to Norfolk. My car’s still not done so I’m at the
wheel of Stephanie’s yellow 85’ Mercedes – Stef in the passenger seat –
Kevin and Richie in the back. Some of the latest You’re Jovian tunes blaring on
the stereo. Snacking on some Popcorn and a Banana. Stef encourages us all to
yell enthusiastic primal screams.
Stef: “C’mon, Kevin! Scream!”
Kevin: “AHHHHHHHHH!”
Stef: “Richie?”
Richie: “Howl!”
Stef: “Alright, Robert.”
I pump out a deafening little girl scream, “AhHhHhHhH!”
[ii]
There at the venue, The Jewish Mother Backstage, for You’re
Jovian’s CD release party. Sipping on a bunch of Lionshead beers – hanging out
– waiting for the show to start. Elliott’s uncle rocks out a one-man band
rockabilly jam.
...
Meanwhile, Emily Hill and I have an intense
brother-to-sister conversation upstairs in one of the booths. We haven’t had
much of a friendship since she moved out of 1623 and checked into Norfolk some
years ago. But we’ve seen each other whenever there’s a convenient collision.
Wesley just broke up with her Sunday so she’s in a quite a state of affairs. I
offer as much of a sound mind as I can. The rockabilly music stops. So it’s
time to set up for The Vaginasaurs. We go on. After the first song a string on
Sarah’s guitar breaks. Elliott provides us with his spare. Then, You’re Jovian
kills it with a powerhouse set.
Tuna Lettuce Wraps for dinner.
After the show we all reconvene at Wesley’s apartment for
talks and drinks. We don’t stay long though.
Back home. It’s Margot’s birthday (after midnight) and she
requested my presence tonight. I don’t have any reason not to oblige. She picks
me up and brings us back to her condo.
...
She puts on a thin lavender nightgown and plops down on the
bed facedown. I hop on top and rub her back a little bit.
Her: “You want to have sex with me don’t you?”
Me: “Not necessarily. I could be fine sleeping.” (This is
not true. I’m actually sexually frustrated.)
She retorts, “Wait. You don’t want to have sex with me???”
Me: “Haha. Well, of course I do.”
This is of course her passive-aggressive way of saying to
me I want to make love to you. My arms around her chest. She props up
her blooming bottom. And so the sexual healing goes from there. I can’t explain
how ecstatic this makes me feel. We maneuver through different positions. I’m
finished. She’s perched on top of me.
I look up at her, “That was so good. I needed that. We have
a bond...an inseparable bond.”
...
Me: “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”
Her: “Yes. More than once.”
Me: “Well I’m telling you now.”
We lie down in the hot room – fan turning and blowing our wanting
bodies. She starts up cute rumblings about going to get food.
Me: “Now don’t start that again.”
She continues in a baby-like voice.
Me: “I forget what happens in this part of the script...oh
yeah! We shut up and go to sleep.”
...
And forward we go into dreamland...
[i] You’re
Jovian images by me.
[ii] Image by
Stephanie.
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