... and Fresno is weird.

I waited up for Rich Saturday night till 2 am, or at least I tried to, and then we slept about three hours. I got up and took a shower and got ready to go, woke Rich up to get ready, who took considerably less time to get ready, didn't even shave, and so he had that sexy, scruffy look going on. We get in the car and I drive to Steve's thinking I'll be sweet and he can sleep longer, but apparently when I drive, he can't sleep since he's too busy looking over his shoulder every time I change lanes. Anyway... Steve joined the '7 am is WAY TOO f**kING EARLY' camp but smiled and got in the car, too.

So the three of us, possibly altogether with enough sleep for one adult, pile in the car and now Rich is driving cause he prefers that, and I don't want to spend the next four hours listening to Howard Stern and Rich whining about how I drive. We stop for breakfast at McDonald's where they screw up Steve's order after he waits longer than any person ever should at a place termed 'fast food'. Get back in the car and they thought I was joking when I said we were going into the middle of nowhere, but the scenery is like dirt, cows, dirt, grapevines, dirt, tree, dirt, tractors, dirt, mountain, dirt, broken down shed, dirt... I think you get the idea. We keep passing these signs that list the next three major cities and how many miles until you reach them, and they update these signs every five or ten miles and Rich keeps saying, "We only went five miles?"

So all the while I'm texting back and forth with Jeff and Davey who was SO missed, and we actually arrived in town at about the same time cause Jeff's calling saying, "Turn at the sign and I'm parked in back by the bookstore." So we do, once Rich passes it and says, "Oh, I guess that was the sign I was supposed to turn at." So we finally end up there and park and I jump out and snuggle my angel and OH MY GOLLY! SO great, seriously, it was like... perfect. Not at all odd, or weird, or uncomfortable, just two good friends snuggling.

So I have to pee! cause like hours in the car can do that to a person, so we go in the bookstore and I leave Jeff, Rich, and Steve to talk while I run off to find the bathroom and when I come back Jeff is telling them how Fresno is a weird city, and I agree and cite the directions on how to flush the toilet in the bathrooms as example number one. We decide to eat lunch and walk over to a restaurant that is good, but there is a forty-five minute wait so we decide against it and walk across to another pasta place that is good too and they seat us right away They messed up Steve's order, too! We're eating, and talking, and laughing, and Rich and Steve are a bit quiet, but I expected that, and neither Jeff, nor I, have any trouble having a conversation and bringing people into it, so it was fine.

We walked around this World Market store, which is like a Pier 1 Imports, where they sell all kinds of things you would use in your home, like pillows, rugs, candles, furniture, cookware, and enough wine to make my sweetie a happy man and we tried on hats and jewelry and then we walked over and walked around a clothing and skateboard type shop and played around some. I mentioned to Jeff that I told Rich in the car that we should take a picture and send it to someone who wasn't able to meet us there and we missed terribly! and so we do and he said we looked so cute, but Steve corrected him and said, DAMN SEXY!

We found the Jamba Juice! We ordered and then Rich and Jeff went outside to grab a table while Steve and I waited for our juice, and it was pretty entertaining to watch Rich try to sit there unnoticed and not talk much while Jeff was clearly pulling conversation out of him. We giggled about that from inside while I think Jeff sat out there likely wondering what we were laughing about and looking at. We sat outside in the shade at a table and talked, and laughed, and drank our juice, and people watched till some over-zealous kid selling mostly melted chocolate bars asked us several different times if we'd like to buy some, so we opted to get out of the heat and away from the kid, so we walk over to the movie theater and decide on 'Superbad' which was hysterical and totally sweet. "I love you, man" *Boop*

So while we were waiting to get into the theater, we were talking and I was telling them about this show I'm totally hooked on on VH1 called 'The Pick-Up Artist' and how I love it because it basically takes your average men, nothing really wrong with them, just that they are insecure about something and maybe they aren't strong conversationalists, but basically this guy and his friends are master pick-up artists and they are going to teach these guys how to do it, too. SO great! I love it cause it's like classic men... being men, and this guy teaching them to be confident in whoever they are enough to be able to meet people and make connections.

Anyway, once the movie is over and we respectively check on our situations, via cell phone, with the people waiting for us back at home, we head for the cars since it's another five hours back home for us and we're walking through the parking lot and I bump Jeff with my shoulder and he looks over and I'm pouting at him cause I can't believe he has to go home the next morning when it seems like he just got here. So I hug him and he says thanks for driving out to see him and I'm still hugging him and ugh, ten weeks is a long time sometimes. Anyway, so I finally let go and I get in the car and just as we're driving away, I get this text from him that says "Thank you, Sunshine " and I went, "Awwwwwwwwwwww " and Rich started giving me the 'are you crying now?' look which mostly doesn't help the situation, but I didn't cause I was more happy than sad.

So, I was the luckiest girl in weird Fresno, cause I had three fantastic, gorgeous guys to laugh with, and have fun with, and hug, too. Also, they had a Jamba Juice, and a Borders, and we saw several gay guys walking around so it gets my seal of approval.

Meanwhile, while we were all off having fun and missing our other best pals who couldn't be there with us... Davey is stressing out like crazy! Trying to get the rest of everything in his flat sorted and either packed up, or thrown out, so the new renter can move in this week. I snuggled, and pep talked, and cheered for him via text message, but really, I would have liked nothing better than to be there helping him, not that we would have gotten much packing accomplished hugging each other constantly. He has a LONG boat ride home tomorrow so wish him quiet and a quick ride, no super hero antics this time sweetie!

Hugs everyone, except Chris who thinks they're evil, for you my friend you get... what? A high five? Lemme know.

Viv

PS. P-fat... We SO have to talk about what you missed cause OMFG!