Apri 23rd, 1990

April 23rd, 1990

At home

The alarm shrilled at five am and with only two hours of sleep I felt groggy in class (yearly Safety & Emergency Procedures) the entire day but it was my own fault for spending so much time on the phone with David when I should’ve been sleeping!

“How was Germany?” David asked.

“I didn’t get to see too much but I had a lot of fun with my friend, Stephen, who hopefully you’ll get to meet someday.”
“That’d be awesome.”

“You’ll like him, he’s a real character. What’re you up to?”

“I’m on the rooftop deck, enjoying a beer.”

“Good for you.”

“It’s pretty cool, wait, I’m moving the phone so you can hear the ocean.”

I heard rustling, followed by the sound of waves.

“Can you hear it?

“Ahhhh,” I sighed. “Sounds wonderful.”

“I love the ocean, I don’t think I could live far from it.”

“Really?”

“Well when and if you ever get here, we can sleep up here on the roof and listen to the waves all night long.”

I felt my heart do that little flutter thing. “Actually, speaking of that, ehm…”

“What?”

“Oh, nothing, I got distracted there, sorry.”

“Hey, guess what?”

“What?” I asked.

“There’s a possibility they might send me to Cologne later this year.”

“On a business trip?”

“Uh-huh, wouldn’t that be awesome? You could come and visit.”

“I’d love that and hopefully I’d see more of Cologne than I did of Dusseldorf!”

He laughed. “But for the foreseeable future, it seems I’m staying in LA.”

 

Yay! That means he’ll be there when I show up unexpectedly. Ten days from now!

 

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