Dad called. We chatted for a bit. He was interested to hear about the concert. The Observer talked to Dad and told him that Pink did a version of Led Zeppelin's Highway To Hell. I forgot the name of that tune. Catching up with Dad made me feel less homesick. Sometimes all it takes to ease the ache is hearing the voices of those we miss. I was exhausted and craving a decaf coffee from Starbucks. The rain was quite heavy and the Observer's wheelchair doesn't like rain much. We thought his wheelchair would be OK, but it froze just as we were crossing the street for the coffee shop. A kind guy pushed the Observer into the drugstore. Once inside, I urged the Observer to keep moving, but he couldn't. I must have driven him nuts. A drugstore make-up consultant helped the Observer dry off his controller. She was sweet. He kept moving inch by inch. We slowly made it home....phew! I don't know why my wheelchair is fine in the rain and the Observer's misbehaves. I'm fortunate, but I do feel bad for the Observer.
In my building lobby, I ran into friends who were having a night of chatter, pizza and wine. They kindly invited us, but we were short on time and energy. My friend just ended a long relationship. She doesn't know I am aware of her newly single status. We're having dinner tomorrow, so I'll pretend to be shocked.
Today is rainy again. I'm going to visit the Observer at his apartment. I hope we'll listen to Pink. I know I'm with the right guy when all I need is his company and a fun CD to have a great night.