Over at Andrew's he's talking about getting that itch. You should be somewhere else, but where? The first thing that came to my mind was that I wanna be lying down somewhere with my great-smelling guy. You know the one who's a gentleman on the street but a dirty whore in the bedroom? He's smart in some ways, thick in others? Yeah, that guy. Are you him? ::makes universal 'call me' gesture:: Anyway we're lying underneath a huge night sky....we might have a blanket and maybe the sound of surf. It might just be grass and crickets. But the sky is filled with a scary number of stars. We talk or don't talk. That's where I wanna be.
I'm not meaning to bogart Andrew's post, so you could head over and let him know where you're supposed to be, if you haven't already.
Does it sound strange to talk about a scary amount of stars? I've seen skies like that only a few times in my life. Once I was walking along a beach in southern Spain (Andalusia...say it out loud, it's fun) on a cool night. I was with one of my best friends. We'd been drinking a bit and ended up lying down and stargazing. I get a catch in my throat even now thinking about that time and that sky. I wasn't so young even then, but I'd never seen so many stars. The sky was thick with them. Crazy with them. It was beautiful and frightening. Intoxicating and kinda perfect.