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New Orleans, pt.1

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I guess I should write some things about what's been happening.  I'm actually quite surprised I haven't put "pen to paper," as it were, already, seeing as how that's my medium for expressing my feelings....

The trip to New Orleans was incredible.  Best trip I've ever had.  I left Raleigh on Friday, January 16th and finally arrived back (two days late) on Thursday, January 22nd.  I got into New Orleans around 10:30 am and Julie picked me up at the airport.  I hadn't seen her in something like 13 years, and it was like we had just seen each other.  Absolutely perfect!  Like we had just seen each other, just spoken.  It was very clear from that moment that she and I still had our amazing connection.

So we head back to her house and then go to Le Bon Temps for some drinks.  And that was the beginning of my amazing weekend.  From Le Bon Temps we went to some little Po Boy joint and met up with Eleanor.  More drinks, then Eleanor's house, then Tipitina's for some live music.  Julie and I were dancing and having a good time, much to the dismay of Eleanor.  The evening ended at Julie's house, with Eleanor leaving my luggage in the road and storming off.

I'm not feeling like rehashing the whole weekend at the moment.  Not in the mood.  Suffice it to say, it was the best weekend of my life, so far.  I fell in love with Julie.  Hopelessly in love with Julie.  It was the weekend that began our relationship.  Which isn't to say we have a relationship.  But we do.  We're in love.  We want to be together.  We want to take it slow.  We want to do everything.  We're in love.  And it began during that magical weekend.  Actually, to be honest, it began when we met 16 years ago.  But it was lying in wait for that weekend.  And now we are in it.  And I couldn't be happier.  I'm in love with Julie Bondy.  More to come.........

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