I have a friend, Darla, who I love, and who lives in Euless. Maybe you've heard of it: it's a suburb between Dallas and Fort Worth, just west of Arlington. Oh, you haven't? My bad.
Darla is a great, sweet girl. She's bilingual, has two moms, and now that she's back on her medication, her bipolar habits are relatively under control. She moved back to the Greater Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex (yeah, that's what some people call it over here) after living in Quito (Peru!) for a year and some change. She recently broke up with her boyfriend here in order to visit her love interest in California. Darla and I had made a play date for early this morning, which I had forgotten about, otherwise I would have gotten some real sleep instead of crashing at 2:30 this morning (I'm no party-animal. I just get too wired to sleep by the time I drive home after a closing shift.)
Darla called around nine. "Play date!" she cried.
"Oh, right." I was so squinty, I think my voice sounded squinty.
"I thought we could go work out and then hang out by the pool. When are you coming over?"
I couldn't really get out of this, because Darla just got back into town from California, and I'm trying to fix the reputation I have for being a giant flake.
"Give me a half hour," I say.
One hour later I made it to Murphy and 183 and was finally turning left on Murphy, away from the wide, oppressively beige highway and into the waxy-leaved forest of cottonwoods and oak trees. Euless is one of those suburbs that was ranch land and farms before it became a suburb.
Darla is a great, sweet girl. She's bilingual, has two moms, and now that she's back on her medication, her bipolar habits are relatively under control. She moved back to the Greater Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex (yeah, that's what some people call it over here) after living in Quito (Peru!) for a year and some change. She recently broke up with her boyfriend here in order to visit her love interest in California. Darla and I had made a play date for early this morning, which I had forgotten about, otherwise I would have gotten some real sleep instead of crashing at 2:30 this morning (I'm no party-animal. I just get too wired to sleep by the time I drive home after a closing shift.)
Darla called around nine. "Play date!" she cried.
"Oh, right." I was so squinty, I think my voice sounded squinty.
"I thought we could go work out and then hang out by the pool. When are you coming over?"
I couldn't really get out of this, because Darla just got back into town from California, and I'm trying to fix the reputation I have for being a giant flake.
"Give me a half hour," I say.
One hour later I made it to Murphy and 183 and was finally turning left on Murphy, away from the wide, oppressively beige highway and into the waxy-leaved forest of cottonwoods and oak trees. Euless is one of those suburbs that was ranch land and farms before it became a suburb.
