i slept under my duvet last night and it was heavenly

Sorry to all of those I promised a quick and easy guide to voting in your primary. Monday I'll break it down for you.

Burger Nite at the Boathouse followed by an impromptu date at the Sandbar. Despite the impression that we spend a ton o'time together (and I guess we do) alot of that time is spent in the company of others. And sometimes that's just fine. Sometimes it is not. Last night was fun at the Sandbar in that we geeked out over the upcoming Dylan show pontificating on important aspects like the weather, the Pita House, how close we'll get, how long it will take before I recognize Mr. Tambourine Man, if comments to the Dylan newbie are welcomed, where we'll go post-concert to dissect the show, if backpacks are allowed, whether he'll play guitar, if songs off the new album will be played...you get the idea. We also talked about Hillary Clinton's electability amongst democrats (close to zero), Neil Young's new album and his reference to Barak Obama being too young, if it is possible for another band to come along and be as culturally and musically relevant as the Beatles (which lead to a discussion on U2 v Radiohead), awkward social encounters and how to deal with them, writing fan letters to Charles Simic, Old Testament biblical history and whether it was presented to us as truth or parable (by the way, I am completely ignorant of the Old Testament. I would not want to go up against my companion in a bible bee. I know I would lose.), the difference between RCA and CRC, how going to a Christian college from the public school system is startling, personality traits that are passed down between parents and children and how you picked up ones from the parent you never expected, short stories in the vein of Anderson, giving the impression of possessing bravado but really being entirely too polite to ever truly be rude, library patron stories, what "up to 6 months" means...

And then we went home where the conversation continued.

When I have nights like that-nights when conversation is more than easy: it's organic and interesting and fluid and entertaining and funny and intelligent-I realize how lucky I am to spend time with someone who appears to enjoy spending time with me.

These days, sadly, that seems to be a rarity amongst all kinds of relationships.