New Air

So I got the phonecall from Tara on Tuesday afternoon. House had sold. We had two months notice.
I of course started to cry and tried to hide it from her. I couldn't stand for her to laugh at me at that point..(or maybe it was in fear that I would laugh, too) so I kept silent with my hand over my face.

I thought the man wasn't going to buy it for sure. Johnny had even just bought his Harley and it was covered all up nice in the back yard. You'd kinda think as people get more settled and more settled, collecting of the stuff they really want, means they won't be having to find someplace else to fit the mould.
Ah, so it goes.
It's funny 'cause twenty minutes later I got a voice mail from Leila offering her place up for November. Just like that, without her knowing the current circumstances.

So last night I took a bottle of wine over to her place and we discussed (paint colours, furniture, plants) and sipped and there was some Them on the stereo and a bit of fiddling with the dimmers and light switches. Leila did her hair with three different appliances and I put some lipstick on.
We exited to the back alley in direction of the Anza - not an unusual thing to be doing on a Wednesday night, except now we'll be leaving from the same back door instead of meeting up at said destination.

I ended getting home around one or so to Tara, Johnny, Kevin and Derek having drinks upstairs. Talking shit 'til four.....
I'm gonna miss them tons. A tiny neighbourhood being dispelled.