I have been having mad deja vu today.
Mad. Deja. Vu.
I mean, yes, I’ve done this same shit a million times over.
But there’s a glitch in the matrix.
There’s no scientific explanation for deja vu. Truly just that you’re glitching and thinking you’re remembering something you haven’t done yet.
I am convinced tRump either died or is about to. Like, the nonsense rolling around in my squash is very clear about that. That if he did die, he was revived. But the real thing is still coming.
I’m fresh off a week with K-money in Orlando.
Actually I left early. We were yelling at each other in Hollywood Studios — the first time we’d ever done that — and she said you know what? I’ve been with people for 10 solid days. I need the room to myself tonight.
And I said yes, I’m happy to do that to save our friendship.
I was going to grab a hotel on my own. But after I drove to Disney Springs — which I thought she was OK with — and she was like ok I’ll grab an Uber, I said let me take you to your hotel, and I’ll keep on driving.
And I did.
We’re fine. After everyone at HS thought we were a damn couple as it’s Pride Month, we Skylined to Epcot, got coffee at Cake Bake, walked through Epcot to the Monorail, changed trams at the Transportation Center, and rode to the Grand Floridian for high tea.
And it was all good. Yes even with all that travel joy.
I tell everyone I’m passive, she’s aggressive. And 95% of the time it works.
HS was that 5%. All at once.
She was pissed at me for being noncommittal about our next destination. I was tired and glitching from the 1,000 questions over five days about what I wanted to do next. I zipped back with some comment about ask the three men you keep texting with while I wander everywhere with you behind me. She yelled at me that was not true and she was sick of me trying to guess what SHE wanted to do. And I did my Gemini thing of just smiling instead of answering.
Because I really was just done. Not mad at her — it was a GREAT trip. Just, you fucking KNOW I go where the wind takes me and when I DO make a decision — like to get coffee at Cake Bake — it turned out to be training day and it took so long to order, we missed our appointment at High Tea.
Which annoyed the FUCK out of me because I asked 1,000 times if we shouldn’t just head over early so we wouldn’t miss it.
Which annoyed the FUCK out of HER because they gave our table away and we had to wait while she insisted we were well within our arrival window and they had to send a manager over. And she was mad that the manager spoke directly to me because I smile and nod and try to let them solve the problem.
She’s very much “let me get the manager.” We spoke to a dozen managers. I cannot tell you how many times I said, “Yeah but we still had a good time.” And she’s like, “Yeah we had a good time but they need to know what they did wrong.”
I guess that’s why she has a million hotel points. And we got free Starbucks out of it. I should try it sometime, truly. Though they really shouldn’t talk to me when she’s the one trying to communicate with them. That would piss me off too.
Anyway.
I see why everyone thought we were a couple.
She paid for a swanky stay at the Swan. I paid for untold amounts of sushi at Sushi Saint and Kimonos and also a Polynesian feast at Wailulu and I can’t even comprehend the rest of the receipts I just threw away. So many margaritas.
Truly I have no souvenirs. I just drank tequila at every available opportunity. To try to sleep.
Which, in five days, I didn’t. Just like I spent seven days wide the fuck awake in Japan.
But she absolutely rescued me from a work project that was KILLING me. K I L L I N G me.
So any amount of fiat I spent was WORTH IT in fucking SPADES just for getting that goddamned project out of my motherfucking hair.
I also got some therapy out of it, not always cushioned as that’s never been her style.
And she offered to come up to Pittsburgh to help me solve another long-suffering problem.
Though at this point, I said let’s call time of death on togetherness this month, and we’ll revisit that idea in August.
I don’t want to sound ungrateful. As I do know she was over being with people and I am not the slightest bit used to being with people anymore.
Shan said any normal human needs the same amount of days to recover from a trip as they spent on the trip.
And it still beats the miscommunication that plagued the Japan odyssey. Though I know we would have never screamed at each other in Scramble Square. But honestly it is a bit refreshing to just say what you’re thinking and move on from it, rather than fester for too long.