To Beer and Red Lights
And so another day starts. 5:45 am. Alarm clock goes off. My eyes push open. I'm tired as all hell, but some thing exciting happens today:
I start my new job!
I used to work for Russell, but he lost the primary because he's Bingo Bob and if he became President the bull would be the national animal and all of senior staff would be required to wear cowboy boots every other Tuesday and have a rodeo themed BBQ once a month. Needless to say, I wasn't exactly weeping when we lost.
As I watched on TV with my boss, Will, as President (at the time candidate) Santos gave one of the most incredible speeches I've heard, Josh came in with three beers. One for Will, one for him, and one for me. He came and sat close to me as we watched Santos and accept the nomination and announce Leo (my old boss) as Vice President nominee. It was truly remarkable, but Josh made it amazing.
As Santos was giving the acceptance speech, Josh reached for my right hand with his left and held it. With our fingers interwined and finally having a Democractic nomination, it was paradise in it's purest form. After about 10 minutes, Will decided to leave, all beat up about losing the nomination. With him gone, I had Josh to myself for the first time since my abrupt quitting the previous Christmas. I didn't know what to say, but luckily for me, he started the conversation. "You know, I still wouldn't stop for a beer Donnatella," he started.
"And I still wouldn't stop for red lights, Joshua," answering his nice gesture that made me realize the grudge we'd held against each other for six monthes had melted away.
"The a toast," he said with a great deal of enthusiam, "to Beer and Red Lights!" We then clinked beer bottles and took a celebratory sip, and then, seeing as we were so close, he pulled me and gave me a light kiss on the lips.
So that is why even though it's bright outside and I don't feel like waking up, it's Josh who's holding me, which just lights up my day.