Wednesday Night Follow Up

In my previous entry, I mentioned a graphic dream. I retold this story while at work this morning. When I left work, a car pulled out behind me, following me briefly on the road. It was a metallic light blue Volkswagon Passat. I called my mom, terrified, and told her about my dream. She told me to get away from the car, but it had already turned down a side road.

I met Koi for dinner at a Japanese sushi place. We ran into his friend Mina who owns a hair salon next to the restaurant. We sat at the adjacent table and shared stories (Mina, husband Brian, Koi, and myself). Koi and I ate tempura, miso soup, and a small salad. We both ordered sashimi. We stared at the raw fish when it landed in front of the two of us. I wanted to poke at it and play with it instead of eating it. I closed my eyes and took a bite of the white fish. The consistency was unlike anything I've ever eaten. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't amazing. I hardly ate any of it, and neither did Koi. We laughed and took it home in boxes. I gave my box to Koi to feed to his dog. Koi and I smoked a cigarette in the parking lot, talking briefly before he left, and I followed suit.

Instead of driving home, I called my friend Warren who I hadn't seen in months. He was home, and he answered, so I went. I showed up at his back door. We smoked cigarettes and I joined him in a cocktail. We watched American Idol, and during commercial breaks, I filled him in on recent drama. After Idol, we watched the end of a filmed broadway musical entitled "Company." I loved it. It was so unique; it was truly a timeless piece. Company is about a group of friends, some married, and one single man named Bob who doesn't want to get married. The musical follows his character, and his progress. At the end, he realizes what it means to be married, and decides that he needs that in his life to make him alive. I left Warren's house sometime after 11PM. I drove home, thinking it was raining, but upon further inspection, decided that it was snowing. I could only see white gusts in my headlights. Nothing hit the windshield. I gazed up towards the street lamps to see clouds of white billowing and dancing slowly downwards. It wasn't sticking, but it was beautiful.

I'm home now. I'm restless. I want to be in love...