Tonight I got an amazing treat: I got to see Boondock Saints, the ORIGINAL, in the theater!! WOO! You may remember how much I FUCKING LOVE that movie, to the point where I can quote even the stupidest of lines. It was amazing to see it on the big screen, Connor getting all bloodied and worked up about his brother, Murphy's incredibly intense eyes, all huge and MOVIE SIZED. It was beyond wonderful. Then afterwards there was a fun set of interviews and behind the scenes footage, largely from the second movie but it was still hilarious and delightful. Norman Reedus, marry me plz. *___*
What made the night even more awesome was that my bb Francisco came with me! \o/ We loled together and it was fantastic. Then afterwards, because we had both come straight from lab and therefore had no dinner, we stopped at Red Robin and had burgers (well, I had a chicken sandwich) and I had a milk shake, om nom. I'd never heard of Red Robin but dayum it was tasty!
However, the problem with spending time with Francisco is that the more amazing it is, the more painful, because... I'm pretty sure I'm losing him. It sounds very much like he's leaning towards going to Florida. And it breaks my fucking heart. Every day I realize another reason I love him. And I really do - I love him, in a pretty intense way, and I don't think it's romantic at all (though if my life were a TV show, people would be shipping us HARD - whenever I wander into his lab floor, where I used to work, people go "what are you doing here??" and I say "picking up Francisco!" - it happens at least once a week!) it's just that I am so comfortable with him, and so pleased by his sense of humor and his perspective on life. Today we discussed our perspectives on faith. It was just a really beautiful, quiet little moment to share.
When he finally drops the bomb on me, I'm going to cry so hard my lungs come up. :(
So... yeah. Things were finally looking up, but this is tearing slowly at my sanity.
What made the night even more awesome was that my bb Francisco came with me! \o/ We loled together and it was fantastic. Then afterwards, because we had both come straight from lab and therefore had no dinner, we stopped at Red Robin and had burgers (well, I had a chicken sandwich) and I had a milk shake, om nom. I'd never heard of Red Robin but dayum it was tasty!
However, the problem with spending time with Francisco is that the more amazing it is, the more painful, because... I'm pretty sure I'm losing him. It sounds very much like he's leaning towards going to Florida. And it breaks my fucking heart. Every day I realize another reason I love him. And I really do - I love him, in a pretty intense way, and I don't think it's romantic at all (though if my life were a TV show, people would be shipping us HARD - whenever I wander into his lab floor, where I used to work, people go "what are you doing here??" and I say "picking up Francisco!" - it happens at least once a week!) it's just that I am so comfortable with him, and so pleased by his sense of humor and his perspective on life. Today we discussed our perspectives on faith. It was just a really beautiful, quiet little moment to share.
When he finally drops the bomb on me, I'm going to cry so hard my lungs come up. :(
So... yeah. Things were finally looking up, but this is tearing slowly at my sanity.