Back in the USSA

I've been back in the States for almost three weeks now.

Finally finished the unpacking today, and Brian took me dancing, then to a nice dinner at Birds of Paradise. We savored a little piano bar, then came home for hot-tubbing and love-making.

I chatted with a dear old friend on PalTalk this aftenoon, who I've know for seven years (ye Gods!). I thought I'd lost touch with her, being in the UK for four years, but a mutual friend put us in contact.

Thank the Powers for my friends.

I made it through November 16 all right this year - the twelfth anniversary of Marcus's death. I still miss him incredibly, but I suppose that's an indication of the depth of my love for my bro.

Dancing with Brian was great. Marcus and I used to dance, and it was wildly silly, joyous fun. I was too shy to start things, but he'd grab my hand, yell, "C'mon, bro!" and away we'd go. And if I felt awkward, I just imitated him, pretending to be graceful and having the time of my life. And after a bit, I wasn't pretending.

I was having the time of my life, as I did, tonight, with Brian, and Marcus's presence hovering somewhere near the disco lights.

"Love ya, bro."

Todd