Today was a perfect day in Minneapolis. I really felt like a “city kid”, just doing what he can to make his dreams come true while embracing the beauties of his current situation.
I guess the started last night when Mike, Gary and myself had a great not on the town. We went downtown of all places with pub passes in hand. Four free beers later we made our wat to Mike’s apartment where we watched Step Brothers into the night. Adding a “pop” to the evening was that just a half mile away, fireworks erupted over Target Field as the Twins pummeled the Diamondbacks 10-2.
This morning the fun continued when I met Ellen DeYoung for a… date! Well, a date-not-a-date-but really a date. We walked to The Egg and I diner, a few short blocks from my own apartment. A cozy establishment without the chrome frills of say a Denny’s, it feels more like a small town locals-only eatery. And eat we did! I had the everything omelette (no poppy-seeds, unfortunately) and she had some eggs, toast and hash-browns. We dined and chatted for well over an hour, the check sitting forgotten on the table between us. It was really nice getting to connect with her like that. It was also nice to be able to go on a date with someone I actually like and do feel connected to.
We talked about our families and travels. Work, of course, and nothing seemed awkward or forced. Sure, there was the occasional lull as I took a nervous sip of coffee, but our eyes often remained on the other’s. I take it back, the occasional lull also occurred when I would find myself more than a little lost in her big blue eyes. I couldn’t help it! As she spoke I studied her long arms, her slender fingers. The way her soft hair perfectly framed her face. A soft shade of black, I found myself thinking about how refined she’ll look one day with a silver hair or two.
So we had a nice time. We laughed on our way back to my place and then discovering she had walked from her place, I asked if I could accompany her back. She relented and we enjoyed each others company for probably another half hour. Outsider her building we talked some and I asked her if she wanted to do this again… She said, “I think so”. I laughed. Well, we both did until she assuaged my fears with a solid, “yes. That would be great.” Or did she say awesome? I don’t remember the exact word, for my mind was already somersaulting. After we hugged and bid adieu, I walked the twenty minutes back to the Whiskey Room with my head a little higher and my step a little peppier.
I like her! What can I say? I think she’s beautiful and smart and charming and hilarious to boot. She’s well-read, loves good TV and movies and has a passion for theatre. She likes to travel but equally loves being home not doing a single fucking thing. An extroverted introvert, I believe, that I imagine bodes well for my temperament.
Then again, who knows? This isn’t going to be an overnight courtship, but I would like to see how well we do in fact mesh. I can’t help but think about Gina from the Bronx’s prophecy that I would find love in the time of Cancer. Ellen could be that as we found ourselves growing more fond of each other at the end of Romeo and Juliet and through the summer… Until there is reason to change course, however, I will respect Ellen’s trepidation as I will honor mine. Nonetheless, I would love nothing more than to hold her tight and kiss her to death, curled up on a couch watching the entire length of Seinfeld.
Following my lovely morning, I walked to Lake Calhoun and memorized a couple of monologues in the process. I stopped in Magers & Quinn, of course, and then found myself completely swept up in the beauty of summer. Down by the lake, the water was shimmering as dozens of sail boats lolled in the water. People were everyhwere walking dogs of all breeds and sizes. Yes sir, I decided then and there to play some baseball with friends.
Gary was busy, but Mike answered the call and toegther we tossed the ball a city park, indiscernable from the seemingly hundreds that dot the land. It was awesome. I will never not relish playing baseball in a city. Cars blaring, pedestrians looking on, and dogs barking just adds such a rich flavor to the already satisfying crack of a bat. Then after we sweated enough and downed some gatorade, we walked back and finished Step Brothers. Currently, I am on my futon making some noodles and cheese and reading The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, plotting my own pulp dreams and success in this theatre community. I also wonder, will Ellen text me tonight? Or tomorrow? Or will I have to be satisfied with waiting until Monday morning to see her smile? Whatever the case, it will be just fine.
So all in all it truly was a quintessential day for a city mouse. Barring the need to transport baseball equipment I walked every where. That is simply the best! Fuck man, I love where I live and I’m really really feeling good right now about my prospects. Theatre, acting, NTC, Ellen, friends, baseball, weather, apartment. Yup. Life is good today.
Also made the best joke today. Totally offered to “go Dutch” on the bill because you know… she’s Dutch.