Heading out of town tomorrow. I know, I know…you are thinking wasn’t I just out of town. Well, yes I was, but now it’s time for another trip. Going to Pittsburgh. Doesn’t Pittsburgh sound like a dreamy place to vacation? Be jealous, very jealous.
What’s bringing me Pittsburgh? A great friend that I technically haven’t met yet. I say technically, because I have seen him in the flesh for about 5 seconds just after we started talking. We met at my former place of employment. I was in the Scottsdale office and he was my counterpart in New Orleans…after the go to person that he mainly interfaced with was canned, he started coming to me for help/questions then the email became friendly. After a couple of weeks- he came to the Scottsdale office for some “superstar employee” thing that was going on with all the offices. He was getting a tour- we saw, we hugged, he went on his way, and I didn’t see him again.
It’s a modern day pen pal friendship for almost 4 years now. Mainly emailing back and forth daily, texting started this summer, and then the first phone call was at Christmas (with a couple calls to follow). The texting brought the communication between us into high gear. Everyday starts with a good morning text and ends with good night. (Hitler hates being around me- my phone dings like trolley with the texts.) The communication ties are now pretty contstant.
Just before Christmas I had I dream where he and I were on vacation together- being driven to some mansion on the ocean. We sat next to each other and just texted back and forth. The only sounds being made were chuckles. Then we arrive at the mansion and the owner, some old guy wants to show me something in the basement…on the walk down the stairs my outfit changes to where I’m in a toga (I have no clue, so don’t ask) and the old guy wants me to find this “amazing cleaning rag” in the laundry. Off in the distance, while I’m rag hunting, I hear from the top of the stairs, “L?? I’ve tried texting you, but you didn’t respond. I’d like to make some tea, do you know where I can find it?” The old guy responded just as I was about to head upstairs that one of the servants would help him with the tea. At the time all I could think was “OMG, he has a voice!! He actually speaks!!” and “Why the fuck am I wearing a toga???” . I was totally tripping out about “hearing” him speak, since we hadn’t at that point in time. So when he called me on Christmas he made a snarky comment about asking for tea.
We’ve been talking for a while about either him coming here or my going there…and it turns out that I’m going there. So tomorrows the big day…approximately 26 hours to go. I’m excited and the few nerves that I did have, have subsided for the most part. The biggest thing that was plaguing me was not recognizing him at the airport, but I’ve gotten over that. I’m ready for the weekend and finally being able to really meet him face to face.
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