Kid Blink

After our...delays...we jumped in the car and drove ALL. DAY. Stopping only for food, and the occasional, My-legs-are-numb, let-me-out-of-this-blasted-car.

We reached Washington D.C. around nine thirty-ish, which was fine, because Spot doesn't go home until nine every day. If he can't convince the government he's right, he convinces everyone he sees on the street.

"SPOT!!! WE'RE HERE!" I screamed, opening the door of his apartment and dropping my bag in the entryway. Mush did, too.

Spot came sliding down the hall in only his socks, a Brooklyn Dodgers tee shirt, and his boxers.

"KID! MUSH!" he yelled, pulling us into a huge hug. For such a little guy, he's really strong.

"SPOT!" we chorused. After the people below called to complain, I smelled the air.

"You've been cooking!" I said, gleefully. Spot grinned, knowingly.

"Only your favorite," he replied. I did my happy dance.

"YES!" Spot is the world's greatest cook. Forget Emeral. Forget...any other cook you think is good. Spot tops them all. My favorite was some sort of Italian-shrimp thingy. Whatever it was, it was fabulous.

Now I'm even talking like a gay guy!

Oh, speaking of gays...

"Uh, Spot," I began, as Spot stirred the creamy, white sauce.

"Mmmhmm?" he replied, not looking up.

"Well, Mush and I are...We're kind of...I mean..." I trailed off, wondering how to explain it. I didn't think it would be so hard! Spot looked up and raised an eyebrow.

"You guys finally figured it out, huh?" Spot said, knowingly, rolling his eyes.

"Huh?"

"Duh. Mush's liked you since...forever. You two spend all your time together. It was only a matter of time before you two became an 'item.'" I stared at him, then at Mush, then at him.

"How did you know?" I demanded.

"Puh-leeze. I can't count on my fingers and toes how many times Mush and I have sat, at two o'clock in the morning, talking about your obliviousness, and how likely it was that you would come around!"

"Oh."

"Now you know why I hate mornings."

"Ah," I said, nodding.

We had dinner, which was fabulous (there I go again), and we chatted, aimlessly. We just caught up with what had been going on. Spot was planning on going up to Vegas to visit Racetrack, because the two were best friends, and hadn't seen each other in six months. Spot had been dating this girl named Kelly for nearly two years, now, and he was going to propose to her.

"Well," Spot said, around one in the morning. "I think I'll turn in. You two know your room. I trust you'll be sharing one?" he added, with a sly grin. I nodded. "If you need it, there's whipped cream in the fridge," he added, winking. Mush blushed, and I cracked up.

'Bout time, eh? Okay. Shoutouts!

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