14 Feb, Evening
I was so wrapped up in moving that I forgot it was V-Day for
the lovers of the world, and I forgot that that also included
me...
Yeah. I cried when Shin gave me that amber Deco stuff... it
was beautiful, and so was his state of mind. It wasn't the
greatest haiku, but who am Ito complain that he cooked it
up in the car, on the way and folded me a white cat?
It was really sweet... and then he gave me this new PDA/PalmPC
thing that he'd asked Tony and Em to cook up for me!
I can actually "mindspeak" to it alot easier than I could other
electronics, so I should be able to record a jornal a little
easier now...
Either way, that hot tub was rather nice after I quit blushing
...and at least they let us have a little QT before they sprung
the full "makeover" dingus on me!
Shin had spent the day "window shopping" for things he thought
I'd like, and that bloke has damned good taste!
Deco, bay-bee! Vintage designs all the way! And dammmnnn, if
he didn't seem set on seeing me speechless!
I never thought anything could feel as good on bare skin as
silk, but Blessed Lady... it's like being caressed all over,
and with no way to wear a bra? Do I have enough self-confidence
to actually go out in front of the poparazzi like this?
That little black '30s-style cocktail number actually made
me actually feel beautiful--not to mention femme fatale sexy
--nor did I ever think that 36D would be my friend!
The end result of silver screen era makeup and having my hair
put up like that was an eye opener...somewhere along the way,
this beautiful stranger had emerged, and she had my strange
amber eyes, snow-white hair and the antique jewelry I'd cried
over earlier in the day.
I couldn't believe the the chick with the fabulous, sculpted
body and gorgous face was me...until Shin slipped up behind me
in a Nehru-style Tux and slid his arms around me... This has
sooo got to be a dream, I still think I'm going to wake up back
in Albuquerque, and be alone with my geekgrrl-heldesk-jockey
job again.
Well.... Time for dinner!
---------------
Shin had taken me out to the famous Starlight Room, atop the
Chrysler Building, my favourite example of Art Deco architecture
in the world, for a romantic candlelight dinner with soft jazz
in the background, and all of the Big Apple sparlking like
jewels on black velvet below us...
I wasn't surprised to espy Warren Worthington there, either...
another rich mutant who plays at superhero. Bloody git doesn't
pay any attention to his electronics and avionics firm, either.
Looks like he's got this Oriental bit on his arm, by the name
of Setsuke Fujikawa... wonder if that's of "The Fujikawas"?
That being filed away for future use....
Dinner meant we got a chance to actually talk about why I'd
decided to take Emma up on her offer to move down to Manhattan
and actually attend classes at Columbia and NYU, rather than
continue residing at the Xavier Institute...
In the six weeks since New Year's, I'd not gotten any real,
practical help from anyone short of Liz and Emma with my psi-
talents, and more mind-numbing headaches thanks to the bad
head-space up there... Kurt, Hank and Joseph were the only ones,
aside from the previous two and Kate who'd worked with me in
the holodeck on adjusting to my new abilities and my renewed
passion for martial arts and fencing...
I had been the one to do most of the work getting signed up
for distance learning classes at Columbia and actually getting
admitted to NYU... so much for all the "help" Cueball'd promised
me!
Guess that's the way the biscuit crumbles when you don't want
anything to do with his private militia--and all that crock of
wanting to know exactly who I was visiting and where I was
going... Sheesh!!
I really hadn't meant to dump on Shin like that, but he's been
really good company--we listen to each other vent. Cueball's
gang could really stand to work on their interpersonal skills,
y'know?
I eventually bucked up and gritted my teeth enough to stomach
using my flight to get to and from school down here--it was
easier than arguing with "Sir Stick-up-his-arse" about using
one of the vehicles or swiping the Cajun's Harley.
I figure I'll ramble in this journal about it later, I've got
a museum opening to go enjoy!
-----------------------------
Shin slipped his arm around me as we left the Starlight Room
after a fine dinner and a chance to relax and unwind together.
"Feeling better?" he asked me, lips brushing my cheek.
"Yeah... I'm sorry to "dump" on you, Shin," I replied, enjoying
the closeness, "I mean, it's V-day after all, and there's nothing
romantic about having your date unburden herself in your general
direction..."
He tilted my face up so that I had to look him in the eye,
those peculiar dark blue eyes warm, "Maybe not, but isn't that
what an S.O. is for? To share the good and the bad? To help you
feel better?"
I hadn't thought of it that way... but the way he said it, and
the way I've listened to him, it made sense. We were somewhere
between being friends and something more...
"You got me there," I agreed, as we exited the lift into the
brisk, light sleet of Manhattan in February, his arm tightenign
around my cloaked shoulders, "And you do just that... I enjoy
your company, Shin...alot."
"Good... now, let's go see your eyes light up at that gala
opening!" he teased me, helping me into the limo before sliding
in next to me, "I can't wait to see what you think of what they've
got on display, and knowing your passion for antiquities, you're
in for a treat, Ana!"
I simply smiled, knowing that things it was going to be almost
magical.
-----------------------
15 February, sometime after 2 am
I can't begin to describe the exhibits... We're going to see
them again this weekend, but kinda "ingognito" so that I can
linger and let it all soak in again and commit everything to
memory!
We're curled up here in the den of Shin's Park Avenue flat,
just relaxing and sipping Reisling in front of the fire,
listening to Ofra Haza...
Shin was right, some times we don't even have to talk.. just
"be".
I was so wrapped up in moving that I forgot it was V-Day for
the lovers of the world, and I forgot that that also included
me...
Yeah. I cried when Shin gave me that amber Deco stuff... it
was beautiful, and so was his state of mind. It wasn't the
greatest haiku, but who am Ito complain that he cooked it
up in the car, on the way and folded me a white cat?
It was really sweet... and then he gave me this new PDA/PalmPC
thing that he'd asked Tony and Em to cook up for me!
I can actually "mindspeak" to it alot easier than I could other
electronics, so I should be able to record a jornal a little
easier now...
Either way, that hot tub was rather nice after I quit blushing
...and at least they let us have a little QT before they sprung
the full "makeover" dingus on me!
Shin had spent the day "window shopping" for things he thought
I'd like, and that bloke has damned good taste!
Deco, bay-bee! Vintage designs all the way! And dammmnnn, if
he didn't seem set on seeing me speechless!
I never thought anything could feel as good on bare skin as
silk, but Blessed Lady... it's like being caressed all over,
and with no way to wear a bra? Do I have enough self-confidence
to actually go out in front of the poparazzi like this?
That little black '30s-style cocktail number actually made
me actually feel beautiful--not to mention femme fatale sexy
--nor did I ever think that 36D would be my friend!
The end result of silver screen era makeup and having my hair
put up like that was an eye opener...somewhere along the way,
this beautiful stranger had emerged, and she had my strange
amber eyes, snow-white hair and the antique jewelry I'd cried
over earlier in the day.
I couldn't believe the the chick with the fabulous, sculpted
body and gorgous face was me...until Shin slipped up behind me
in a Nehru-style Tux and slid his arms around me... This has
sooo got to be a dream, I still think I'm going to wake up back
in Albuquerque, and be alone with my geekgrrl-heldesk-jockey
job again.
Well.... Time for dinner!
---------------
Shin had taken me out to the famous Starlight Room, atop the
Chrysler Building, my favourite example of Art Deco architecture
in the world, for a romantic candlelight dinner with soft jazz
in the background, and all of the Big Apple sparlking like
jewels on black velvet below us...
I wasn't surprised to espy Warren Worthington there, either...
another rich mutant who plays at superhero. Bloody git doesn't
pay any attention to his electronics and avionics firm, either.
Looks like he's got this Oriental bit on his arm, by the name
of Setsuke Fujikawa... wonder if that's of "The Fujikawas"?
That being filed away for future use....
Dinner meant we got a chance to actually talk about why I'd
decided to take Emma up on her offer to move down to Manhattan
and actually attend classes at Columbia and NYU, rather than
continue residing at the Xavier Institute...
In the six weeks since New Year's, I'd not gotten any real,
practical help from anyone short of Liz and Emma with my psi-
talents, and more mind-numbing headaches thanks to the bad
head-space up there... Kurt, Hank and Joseph were the only ones,
aside from the previous two and Kate who'd worked with me in
the holodeck on adjusting to my new abilities and my renewed
passion for martial arts and fencing...
I had been the one to do most of the work getting signed up
for distance learning classes at Columbia and actually getting
admitted to NYU... so much for all the "help" Cueball'd promised
me!
Guess that's the way the biscuit crumbles when you don't want
anything to do with his private militia--and all that crock of
wanting to know exactly who I was visiting and where I was
going... Sheesh!!
I really hadn't meant to dump on Shin like that, but he's been
really good company--we listen to each other vent. Cueball's
gang could really stand to work on their interpersonal skills,
y'know?
I eventually bucked up and gritted my teeth enough to stomach
using my flight to get to and from school down here--it was
easier than arguing with "Sir Stick-up-his-arse" about using
one of the vehicles or swiping the Cajun's Harley.
I figure I'll ramble in this journal about it later, I've got
a museum opening to go enjoy!
-----------------------------
Shin slipped his arm around me as we left the Starlight Room
after a fine dinner and a chance to relax and unwind together.
"Feeling better?" he asked me, lips brushing my cheek.
"Yeah... I'm sorry to "dump" on you, Shin," I replied, enjoying
the closeness, "I mean, it's V-day after all, and there's nothing
romantic about having your date unburden herself in your general
direction..."
He tilted my face up so that I had to look him in the eye,
those peculiar dark blue eyes warm, "Maybe not, but isn't that
what an S.O. is for? To share the good and the bad? To help you
feel better?"
I hadn't thought of it that way... but the way he said it, and
the way I've listened to him, it made sense. We were somewhere
between being friends and something more...
"You got me there," I agreed, as we exited the lift into the
brisk, light sleet of Manhattan in February, his arm tightenign
around my cloaked shoulders, "And you do just that... I enjoy
your company, Shin...alot."
"Good... now, let's go see your eyes light up at that gala
opening!" he teased me, helping me into the limo before sliding
in next to me, "I can't wait to see what you think of what they've
got on display, and knowing your passion for antiquities, you're
in for a treat, Ana!"
I simply smiled, knowing that things it was going to be almost
magical.
-----------------------
15 February, sometime after 2 am
I can't begin to describe the exhibits... We're going to see
them again this weekend, but kinda "ingognito" so that I can
linger and let it all soak in again and commit everything to
memory!
We're curled up here in the den of Shin's Park Avenue flat,
just relaxing and sipping Reisling in front of the fire,
listening to Ofra Haza...
Shin was right, some times we don't even have to talk.. just
"be".