Tonight when my boyfriend picked me up from the transit station felt special. He's lying beside me now fast asleep, and I have a soft rain's memory still damp on my mind, however corny that sounds, so I thought I'd write it down. And write it here, what the hell.
Nothing extraordinarily special, we decided to go somewhere to get something to eat, to sit down and eat, instead of running to Tops and quickly getting something before Idol.
During the discussion as we drove through downtown Buffalo, towards home, Tom came up with the question "Where's the closest Wendy's?" Because, I'd heard, from my mother, that their version of the Happy Meal had "Charlotte's Web" toys, and "Charlotte's Web" is a book/movie/play that is very dear to my heart. Tom knows this.
I told him the only ones' whereabouts I knew for sure where up by my parent's house in North Buffalo, and one on Niagara Falls Boulevard, all too far for us to go.
So we drove around for a little, and he drove up Elmwood, to Delaware Park, hopped on the thruway. Got off at the Humbolt/Main Street exit, and told me he'd decided on a surprise. An obvious surprise, one that did nothing but warm me on this cool overcast night.
The surprise was the Wendy's by my parents' house, where we found that Wendy's isn't doing the "Charlotte's Web" promotion anymore, but some Chicken Socks thing (I now have a Chicken Socks watch. A child's size, which I fit around my wrist, funnily enough).
The chicken nuggets and french fries from the Happy Meal equivalent, two black forest ham sandwiches, and some Asian-y chicken salad thing we split, anyway.
Across from UB South Campus, as night was coming on. Little, comfortable, and cozy conversation. And when we drove back, because I'm a.) a sap, and b.) always overly tired, I put my head on his shoulder, driving back downtown, toward home.
We spent an hour screwing around on our computers, and me voting for Melinda Doolittle on American Idol, before Boston Legal (which we both love). Fifteen minutes in, Tom fell asleep, and I watched solo, listening to the rain outside. At 11 I went out back a moment, to take the garbage out, and lingered. Because it was still raining, steadily. I let myself get wet a bit, until I heard his voice call, "Goofball, standin' out in the rain. Come in."
So I did. And as a lead in to a small kiss, he said, "My goofball I love."
I just wanted to remember that.