JAKE AND I HAD
COME DOWN
TO THE OLD BRIDGE
COME DOWN
TO THE OLD BRIDGE
TO KINDA PAY OUR
LAST RESPECTS
BEFORE WINTER SET IN
Like when an old friend goes to Florida,
you know and the twins had followed us. LOL,
and then my mother and Jakes mother Jen.
So much for solitary.
But it was all kewl.
SO, Stanford look out.
Here come the lovebug loonies
from the boonies and oh
would you look at us now.
BEAMING.
HAPPY.
OH GOD SO HAPPY.
Last night we all went out for pizza,
the folks' treat.
The best topping of all to me was
Jakey & I being together. Yup.
Better than all the
mushrooms and pepperoni
on the planet.
But the pizza was also pretty good. Hee.
We were a rowdy bunch too.
The twins especially,
course they always are.
They seemed happier almost
than Jake and I.
Methinks that WE have become
a 'project' of theirs. LOL.
Proprietary too.
Oh yes.
Like having two puppies,
all smiley
and tongues hanging out
and slobbery.
I fully expected most of the time to
be getting my face washed. Hahaha.
But I am dead serious.
"Are you getting ready YET?
Have you started packing YET?
Can we come WITH YOU?
(NOOOOOOOO).
"WE GOT A YEAR, fools.
CRIPES."
"NEVER too soon to be prepared...
or can't EVER be too ready or..."
Sigh.
If I ever get my hands on
whoever the clown fool it was
that invented Scouting?
ROAD KILL.
Geez.
I hear they were always
pestering Jake's folks too and even mine
to be buying us stuff for
'THE NEW LIFE, ahem.'
and driving Ryan and Jen NUTS,
lol.
All done OF COURSE, at their usual
breakneck speed of
God knows I hate to think.
I would be SO tired.
Ok, yes it was sweet and kewl
and touching
and all that and annoying.
But they meant well,
I know. Course I am sure
in his own mind
so did Hitler...
annoying little Nazi as he was.
Somehow we made it to Thanksgiving.
and BOY did we do it up.
Or rather Jason and Jeremy
aka Terrible and Trouble did.
PUSHY LITTLE VARMITS,
dey be.
We had 'THE DINNER'
at our place and it was
OMG first rate great.
Course aforementioned twins
had decorated and had everything
'just so' with the only thing missing
being the ORIGINAL PILGRIMS.
Corn cobs & paper turkeys and
omg.
HAHAHAHAHA.
TWO DAYS these mutts
slaved over a
hot crepe paper turkey
and all the trimmings trust me.
ALL the trimmings.
They were JEST OH SO grateful.
and I suspect it was to be rid of us,
but...
I might be wrong about that.
Okay. I do understand.
This was I suppose to them
the end of an era,
AND meant more food
for them growing boys. LOL.
How in the HELL
ANYONE can EAT like they do
and STILL weigh something
under 12 grams, soaking wet,
is beyond me.
They even skinnier than me and Jake.
Who wudda thought that was
even remotely possible
Frick and Frack take after their dad.
TALL.
14yo and well over 6'2"
and they are too.
My dad is and they match him.
I call 'em
sky rubbies and if they weigh 140#
I will eat...
ok, maybe not but...
(Jake weighs them GOD knows why,
lol, and says they weigh 137.
I asked...'TOGETHER?'
He rolled his eyes again.)
Anyway, Turkey and ham and taters
and salads
and
veggies galore and pies and omg.
Mother and Jen and Patty and Layla
were cooky up a storm and even
Jake and I got in on the act.
I may still be burping
and it was super-duper hot stuffies.
I think that at least part of the reason was...
it was gonna be the last one
here for Jake & I in all likelihood
for the next several years.
SO it was really poignant
and we knew it.
Emotional. Everyone was.
The moms especially
and the dads and
GOD KNOWS the twins.
LOL.
Patty came back for it
and brought her
'best bud' Layla
and it was all just SO kewl.
The toast right after the grace
was especially moving.
Dad and Ry shared that
and it was mostly about Jake & I
and our new life looming...
and just how
Goddammed grateful
everyone was for us, and I cried.
What else is new I know,
but...
it WAS beautiful trust me.
You wudda cried too.
EVERYBODY DID, so PFFFFFT.
We got through it,
all the food and the emotional stuffies
and the AHEM...
twins BEGGING, mind you,
to be allowed to come to Stanford
when we went...
and stay for a couple weeks...
TO HELP, you know...
and I honestly believe
they thought
they really would be.
Helping that is. LOL.
And the 'rents folded uber quick.
I smelled a rat and so did Jake,
but...hey.
We would be near the ocean
and boat rentals would be cheap,
and...
NO?
PFUI.
HEHEE.
Yup. We got through it
and the following week
(we went to Florida.
ALL of us, kewl beans).
Then back to school until Christmas.
Christmas.
GOD, let me tell you about Christmas.
Awesome.
My mother has always decorated
this house like Santa's village on steroids.
TALK OF THE
NEIGHBORHOOD/REGION
we always was, and this year.
Even more so.
In a way sad though,
cause all through this time
it had the feeling to Jakey & me
as if
everyone else was gearing up
to say goodbye and it had an almost
desperate feel to it
and that was a bit hard to take.
Nothing was said EVER,
but you could feel it.
Made me sad.
Grateful and happy sorta
but sad too. You know?
Yeh, sorta sad.
Like they felt they were just about to lose something they loved, when in truth
things were only evolving. Changing,
and none of us were losing anything.
I think, anyway.
So, Patty and Layla arrived
the day before Christmas Eve,
and brought gifts for under the tree
which was getting pretty crowded.
I couldn't help but notice
a LOT of the presents
were beautifully wrapped
but for US.
I began to get a bit uneasy
and no I don't know why.
Then it was Christmas eve,
and we always by tradition
opened our presents then...
POST-SANTA of course
which for me
was early cause I had
CAUGHT THEM RED-HANDED
eating Santa's cookies. GASP.
It was the same for Jake's family,
so there we all were after dinner.
As previously announced,
the RITCH Y'ALL...
began
PRAHHHHMPTLY at 8,
and Jake and I were
the OFF ISH YULE
hander outers,
along with our junior assistants
the TWINS, Mo and Less.
We handed out until our finners
were numb and the pile by our chair
was sky high.
EMBARRASSING it was.
Took over an hour to hand out presents,
having to stop of course
for the unwrapping and the requisite
OOH MYYYYY,
and LOVELY DEAR,
and THANKS MOM & DAD.
This was better/worse/MORE
than the unveiling of the
Washington Monument had been,
methinks or the very first Christmas,
but that was a crucifixion so maybe not.
THEN, of course, NOW it was time
for the Jakester and me to open ours
and that took 2 hours.
I KID YOU NOT.
Clothes and survival gear
(Palo Alto is the west true,
but the wild wild part has mostly
morphed into
shopping malls
and fast-food places.
Geez).
More clothes and CD/DVD's
(from the twins)
and a new BIGGIE SCREENSIE,
omg.
Portable DVD players...kewl.
Colognes (I was insulted) and deodorant
(I was in censed), and body stuffies.
AND of course, stuffies for school including new computers and
"MAN, WOT A BAD-ASS HAUL,"
Mo and Less mumbled simultaneously
in TWIN-SPEAKY.
BUT,
the pizza resistance was NAWT
under the tree.
NOPE, wouldn't fit.
SO, out in the driveway
they was...
two new cars.
One for Jakey and one for me.
"BUT I LIKE MY OLD ONE,"
and dad just rolled his eyes
while our moms elbowed each other
and rolled their eyes
and
GIGGLED,
as I looked at this black
and tricked out
Mercedes convertible.
LOADED I might add.
For Jake, it was an Escalade...
also black and tricked out.
Course in truth
both vehicles were OURS.
I FREAKED OUT!
LOL oh yes I did.
I cried and laughed
and
ran my hands over the fenders
and then felt guilty for the handprints
and then cried some more
and laughed lots and...
Jake just kinda tenderly watched
from behind me...Yah know?
Wrapped TIGHT around me,
and smiling.
I could see how happy he was.
and it made me cry.
It (he) was so cute
and so tender
and so beautiful...
I just turned and
got him in a DEATH HUG,
and cried.
Course all he did was
tighten his grip on me.
and be so tender and loving
it hurt.
That was SO kewl.
Hims a tweetie.
That took a long time.
I couldn't help it
I was just overwhelmed.
The next day was FOOD TIME.
Enough to feed several
third world countries I might add.
If we had been leaving the next day
for Stanford, we would have had
enough left-overs for a year. Hah.
Ham, and Roast Chicky and
braised tenderloins which were
OMG
with jumbo Shrimp.
Enough taters and veggies
(all my fave's too) to cause food riots
in name your fave third world country...
and breads and rolls and desserts
and salads and....
we ate and ate and ate
and popped belts and ate some more.
IT WAS OLYMPIC SIZE BURP
AWESOME...
and then after a suitable time
for nappies
and of course first the
clean-up and all,
(and where ARE those twins
when there is work to be done),
Jake and I managed to
sneak away and go for a drive.
In the Mercedes.
Ending up as might be expected at
the old iron bridge. OUR bridge.
Wasn't much snow this winter yet
so getting down to it was pretty easy.
Jake and I,
we just stood by the railing
holding each other...
looking into
each others eyes
and loving it all.
ALL of this.
ALL of our lives now.
Not having to talk for we both knew
how we each felt.
Not having to talk for we knew
what each other was thinking.
NOT having to talk cause it just felt
SO DAMN GOOD to just BE,
pressed hard together and
loving the feel and the scent of US...
and there we stood for a long long time.
Even after the twins found us, hah,
we just stood. So grateful...
and for once they kept quiet
and just mellowed with us. Amazing.
Jake and I that Christmas,
the very first for the two of us
as a couple,
knew now the gift we were
to each other.
Knew the promise we were
to each other.
Felt like having our Christmas pie
and eating it too.
What POSSIBLY could go wrong.
I mean...
what could EVER go
SO wrong
as to cause US to
NOT BE anymore.
That was several years off, true...
But...
One never knows, so hang on doobies.
HANG ON to the one who loves yah.
HANG ON to the one YOU LOVE,
cause we ain't promised anything
but NOW.
TRULY.
HANG ON and ride this pony
for all you are worth because
tomorrow may just not ever come.
YEH...may not ever come, again.
LAST RESPECTS
BEFORE WINTER SET IN
Like when an old friend goes to Florida,
you know and the twins had followed us. LOL,
and then my mother and Jakes mother Jen.
So much for solitary.
But it was all kewl.
WE KNEW NOW...
WE WERE GONNA BE OKAY,
AND TOGETHER....FOREVER.
Mother and Jake and I called the schools.
Stanford said 'it's a go,' and after all...
they had accepted him three years ago.
Nothing had happened to change that.
Boston U said they understood
and if we chose to come for senior year,
we would be welcome.
I GUESS both of us being
4.0 honor students
counted for something. Hee.
We had already been told we would be
co-Valedictorians at commencement.
I figured I would just stand back
and watch Jake shine.
BUT, he didn't cotton to that idea.
GRRR...and my growlies had
NO effect on him.
They never do any more than
that upturned eyebrow of mothers
ever worked on me. LOL.
Here come the lovebug loonies
from the boonies and oh
would you look at us now.
BEAMING.
HAPPY.
OH GOD SO HAPPY.
Last night we all went out for pizza,
the folks' treat.
The best topping of all to me was
Jakey & I being together. Yup.
Better than all the
mushrooms and pepperoni
on the planet.
But the pizza was also pretty good. Hee.
We were a rowdy bunch too.
The twins especially,
course they always are.
They seemed happier almost
than Jake and I.
Methinks that WE have become
a 'project' of theirs. LOL.
Proprietary too.
Oh yes.
Like having two puppies,
all smiley
and tongues hanging out
and slobbery.
I fully expected most of the time to
be getting my face washed. Hahaha.
But I am dead serious.
"Are you getting ready YET?
Have you started packing YET?
Can we come WITH YOU?
(NOOOOOOOO).
"WE GOT A YEAR, fools.
CRIPES."
"NEVER too soon to be prepared...
or can't EVER be too ready or..."
Sigh.
If I ever get my hands on
whoever the clown fool it was
that invented Scouting?
ROAD KILL.
Geez.
I hear they were always
pestering Jake's folks too and even mine
to be buying us stuff for
'THE NEW LIFE, ahem.'
and driving Ryan and Jen NUTS,
lol.
All done OF COURSE, at their usual
breakneck speed of
God knows I hate to think.
I would be SO tired.
Ok, yes it was sweet and kewl
and touching
and all that and annoying.
But they meant well,
I know. Course I am sure
in his own mind
so did Hitler...
annoying little Nazi as he was.
Somehow we made it to Thanksgiving.
and BOY did we do it up.
Or rather Jason and Jeremy
aka Terrible and Trouble did.
PUSHY LITTLE VARMITS,
dey be.
We had 'THE DINNER'
at our place and it was
OMG first rate great.
Course aforementioned twins
had decorated and had everything
'just so' with the only thing missing
being the ORIGINAL PILGRIMS.
Corn cobs & paper turkeys and
omg.
HAHAHAHAHA.
TWO DAYS these mutts
slaved over a
hot crepe paper turkey
and all the trimmings trust me.
ALL the trimmings.
They were JEST OH SO grateful.
and I suspect it was to be rid of us,
but...
I might be wrong about that.
Okay. I do understand.
This was I suppose to them
the end of an era,
AND meant more food
for them growing boys. LOL.
How in the HELL
ANYONE can EAT like they do
and STILL weigh something
under 12 grams, soaking wet,
is beyond me.
They even skinnier than me and Jake.
Who wudda thought that was
even remotely possible
Frick and Frack take after their dad.
TALL.
14yo and well over 6'2"
and they are too.
My dad is and they match him.
I call 'em
sky rubbies and if they weigh 140#
I will eat...
ok, maybe not but...
(Jake weighs them GOD knows why,
lol, and says they weigh 137.
I asked...'TOGETHER?'
He rolled his eyes again.)
Anyway, Turkey and ham and taters
and salads
and
veggies galore and pies and omg.
Mother and Jen and Patty and Layla
were cooky up a storm and even
Jake and I got in on the act.
I may still be burping
and it was super-duper hot stuffies.
I think that at least part of the reason was...
it was gonna be the last one
here for Jake & I in all likelihood
for the next several years.
SO it was really poignant
and we knew it.
Emotional. Everyone was.
The moms especially
and the dads and
GOD KNOWS the twins.
LOL.
Patty came back for it
and brought her
'best bud' Layla
and it was all just SO kewl.
The toast right after the grace
was especially moving.
Dad and Ry shared that
and it was mostly about Jake & I
and our new life looming...
and just how
Goddammed grateful
everyone was for us, and I cried.
What else is new I know,
but...
it WAS beautiful trust me.
You wudda cried too.
EVERYBODY DID, so PFFFFFT.
We got through it,
all the food and the emotional stuffies
and the AHEM...
twins BEGGING, mind you,
to be allowed to come to Stanford
when we went...
and stay for a couple weeks...
TO HELP, you know...
and I honestly believe
they thought
they really would be.
Helping that is. LOL.
And the 'rents folded uber quick.
I smelled a rat and so did Jake,
but...hey.
We would be near the ocean
and boat rentals would be cheap,
and...
NO?
PFUI.
HEHEE.
Yup. We got through it
and the following week
(we went to Florida.
ALL of us, kewl beans).
Then back to school until Christmas.
Christmas.
GOD, let me tell you about Christmas.
Awesome.
My mother has always decorated
this house like Santa's village on steroids.
TALK OF THE
NEIGHBORHOOD/REGION
we always was, and this year.
Even more so.
In a way sad though,
cause all through this time
it had the feeling to Jakey & me
as if
everyone else was gearing up
to say goodbye and it had an almost
desperate feel to it
and that was a bit hard to take.
Nothing was said EVER,
but you could feel it.
Made me sad.
Grateful and happy sorta
but sad too. You know?
Yeh, sorta sad.
Like they felt they were just about to lose something they loved, when in truth
things were only evolving. Changing,
and none of us were losing anything.
I think, anyway.
So, Patty and Layla arrived
the day before Christmas Eve,
and brought gifts for under the tree
which was getting pretty crowded.
I couldn't help but notice
a LOT of the presents
were beautifully wrapped
but for US.
I began to get a bit uneasy
and no I don't know why.
Then it was Christmas eve,
and we always by tradition
opened our presents then...
POST-SANTA of course
which for me
was early cause I had
CAUGHT THEM RED-HANDED
eating Santa's cookies. GASP.
It was the same for Jake's family,
so there we all were after dinner.
As previously announced,
the RITCH Y'ALL...
began
PRAHHHHMPTLY at 8,
and Jake and I were
the OFF ISH YULE
hander outers,
along with our junior assistants
the TWINS, Mo and Less.
We handed out until our finners
were numb and the pile by our chair
was sky high.
EMBARRASSING it was.
Took over an hour to hand out presents,
having to stop of course
for the unwrapping and the requisite
OOH MYYYYY,
and LOVELY DEAR,
and THANKS MOM & DAD.
This was better/worse/MORE
than the unveiling of the
Washington Monument had been,
methinks or the very first Christmas,
but that was a crucifixion so maybe not.
THEN, of course, NOW it was time
for the Jakester and me to open ours
and that took 2 hours.
I KID YOU NOT.
Clothes and survival gear
(Palo Alto is the west true,
but the wild wild part has mostly
morphed into
shopping malls
and fast-food places.
Geez).
More clothes and CD/DVD's
(from the twins)
and a new BIGGIE SCREENSIE,
omg.
Portable DVD players...kewl.
Colognes (I was insulted) and deodorant
(I was in censed), and body stuffies.
AND of course, stuffies for school including new computers and
"MAN, WOT A BAD-ASS HAUL,"
Mo and Less mumbled simultaneously
in TWIN-SPEAKY.
BUT,
the pizza resistance was NAWT
under the tree.
NOPE, wouldn't fit.
SO, out in the driveway
they was...
two new cars.
One for Jakey and one for me.
"BUT I LIKE MY OLD ONE,"
and dad just rolled his eyes
while our moms elbowed each other
and rolled their eyes
and
GIGGLED,
as I looked at this black
and tricked out
Mercedes convertible.
LOADED I might add.
For Jake, it was an Escalade...
also black and tricked out.
Course in truth
both vehicles were OURS.
I FREAKED OUT!
LOL oh yes I did.
I cried and laughed
and
ran my hands over the fenders
and then felt guilty for the handprints
and then cried some more
and laughed lots and...
Jake just kinda tenderly watched
from behind me...Yah know?
Wrapped TIGHT around me,
and smiling.
I could see how happy he was.
and it made me cry.
It (he) was so cute
and so tender
and so beautiful...
I just turned and
got him in a DEATH HUG,
and cried.
Course all he did was
tighten his grip on me.
and be so tender and loving
it hurt.
That was SO kewl.
Hims a tweetie.
That took a long time.
I couldn't help it
I was just overwhelmed.
The next day was FOOD TIME.
Enough to feed several
third world countries I might add.
If we had been leaving the next day
for Stanford, we would have had
enough left-overs for a year. Hah.
Ham, and Roast Chicky and
braised tenderloins which were
OMG
with jumbo Shrimp.
Enough taters and veggies
(all my fave's too) to cause food riots
in name your fave third world country...
and breads and rolls and desserts
and salads and....
we ate and ate and ate
and popped belts and ate some more.
IT WAS OLYMPIC SIZE BURP
AWESOME...
and then after a suitable time
for nappies
and of course first the
clean-up and all,
(and where ARE those twins
when there is work to be done),
Jake and I managed to
sneak away and go for a drive.
In the Mercedes.
Ending up as might be expected at
the old iron bridge. OUR bridge.
Wasn't much snow this winter yet
so getting down to it was pretty easy.
Jake and I,
we just stood by the railing
holding each other...
looking into
each others eyes
and loving it all.
ALL of this.
ALL of our lives now.
Not having to talk for we both knew
how we each felt.
Not having to talk for we knew
what each other was thinking.
NOT having to talk cause it just felt
SO DAMN GOOD to just BE,
pressed hard together and
loving the feel and the scent of US...
and there we stood for a long long time.
Even after the twins found us, hah,
we just stood. So grateful...
and for once they kept quiet
and just mellowed with us. Amazing.
Jake and I that Christmas,
the very first for the two of us
as a couple,
knew now the gift we were
to each other.
Knew the promise we were
to each other.
Felt like having our Christmas pie
and eating it too.
What POSSIBLY could go wrong.
I mean...
what could EVER go
SO wrong
as to cause US to
NOT BE anymore.
That was several years off, true...
But...
One never knows, so hang on doobies.
HANG ON to the one who loves yah.
HANG ON to the one YOU LOVE,
cause we ain't promised anything
but NOW.
TRULY.
HANG ON and ride this pony
for all you are worth because
tomorrow may just not ever come.
YEH...may not ever come, again.
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