hawaii_96 x Grandpa likes his wine out of a box. He portions it out into used juice bottles and keeps it in the fridge next to all the moldy food that is still perfectly good, he says. I won't even go into what it took to convince him to go to Hawaii. We were on the plane. He had made loaves of zucchini bread so that we never had to buy breakfast and brought along a large ziplock bag full of box wine in case they didn't have the kind he liked in Hawaii. The bag with the wine was put in an overhead compartment. This is where you groan and say "oh no...". It was not over any of us, but some unsuspecting strangers. Slowly it leaked out of the compartment and down onto them. When grandpa found out that the stewardess had thrown the bag away, he was quite upset. He had offered to drink it all right on the spot and demanded that they buy him more. Needless to say, they did not comply. 040412 ... stork daddy beautiful 040412 ... minnesota_chris would you like some wine? On your HEAD? would have taken the bag of wine and drunk it 040412 ... x I first met him in the pseudogym every almost nice hotel contains. I don't remember specifics. His overall look was fine with me, and his personality meshed. It was all secret, after the following incident: I told my mom that I had met a guy who I wanted to go to the movies with. It's a bitch being a teenager and not knowing when you're being recklessly stupid. She thought it was a compromise to come along. So from then on, I was just going down to the pool. If she looked out and didn't see me there, I must have been in the gym. When she didn't find me in the gym, I was in trouble. Apparently it was the red hair dye that had gotten to my brain. I remember standing next to him in the dark, with our feet in the unnaturally warm ocean. I was thinking to myself how frustrating it was that I couldn't just jump on him and start making out. It's a frustration that continues to plague me. 040415 ... stork daddy been there. i'm liking this trip. 040415 ... x i had a sudden realization that i still loved him. it was worse than that time i thought god touched me while i was reading on the couch. i deliberated about it for a few days, and then bought a card. the misting clouds were clearing and i sat outside on one of those cheap lounge chairs that stick to your body. i get so emotionally bored sometimes. i wrote the card and mailed it. some sappy teenage content. i wouldn't be surprised if he still has it. it made him so happy. now we sit across from each other and mourn the loss of that blinding love. that love was full of tragedy, but at least the good parts were worth battling for. 8 years later and i'm back deliberating whether or not i love him. 040416 what's it to you? who go blather from