I dropped the package that Juliet's supposed to give to Ricky. I can't wait till he gets it. I know him very well and I know that he'll feel the exact same way I felt when I got his. Especially when he sees what's really in it. We're both pretty silly and everything in there are things that only the two of us would understand.

I already see what it'll be like to be around him this fall. We wont even need to speak ... just look at each other. We actually have times when we type the exact same thing when we chat. When we go out and I'm bored or have a headache or whatever ... I know wont have to yell it from across the room ... he'll just know.

I'm actually heading home on the train right now. I dropped by Husani's when I got into the city. Hung out for a while. Worked on some stuff with him. We left there and headed over to Times Square to drop off the package at Juliet's hotel. Husani and I have a pretty good connection. We're a lot alike in some things. I think I've said that before. Its really nice being around someone like that. We joked about the tourists gawking with their necks bent all the way back. You could spot them a mile away. In fact ... astronauts in the earth's orbit can spot 'em. The 'I © NY' t-shirts. Optional Statue of Liberty headwear. Cameras and the bad habit of making a complete stop in the middle of the sidewalk.

Completely off topic but there's this guy sitting next to me and he's flirting with this girl across the aisle. Its pityful and I feel sorry for him. I do. He's been doing it since they both got on the train. He's like ... middle-age white guy and she's this pretty Asian girl. She also has a medium accent and has to use the word 'like' a lot with hand motions to explain things when she's talking. I dunno if they went out on a date or whatever but its still sad the things he was saying. I mean ... just be honest then. Say "Let's fuck" or something but quit dancing around.

*sigh* ... maybe I'm just bitter. I am a little actually. Right now I'm in my 'if I'm not with the one I love ... then nobody else should be'-type of mood. Its just that all frickin day I've had to look the other way because of couples. On the ride down from White Plains .. the couple across the aisle were making out. It actually irked me.

So anyway ... I dropped off the package. Ricky might have it as soon as Monday. Exactly a week after I got his. That in itself would be pretty cool. Husani and I left the hotel ... and I figured we'd be going back to the subway. No.

"I need coffee," Husani said as he looked at me.

"Talk about a junkie."

We walked over to the nearest Starbucks. But I knew that its more like a Starbucks 'express'. You order. Get your cofee. And ya leave. No seats or anything just a counter. That's the one I went to to tear open the package from Ricky. So we walked over to the other one a few blocks away. With me babbling on and on about Ricky. Its as if .... 'well I feel great and I want everybody to see what I see in him and feel what I feel'. But of course not be crazy about him. Just see how happy he makes me then and bask in that with me. Is that too much to ask? hehe

We got to the Starbucks and ordered. Of course ... I'm still going on and on about Ricky. Husani must be so tired of hearing about him by now hehe. We'd be talking and I'd say something completely off the topic about Ricky. And I'm typing this and smiling at the same time. Its sad hehe.

When I got my cappuchino ... it was almost empty. Yes ... they're supposed to be half coffee ... half foam .. just like the guy pointed out when I carried it back. I know that. But it was more like 1 quarter coffee .... 3 quarters foam. First I told Husani. We looked at each other. I'm not usually the type of person to make a big deal about stuff like that. I'd usually shrug and say "Its ok. Lets just go" or something. But I'm too nice dammit. And I live in New York of all places. I'm supposed to be rude hehe. So I went back and told the guy.

"Would you like to turn it into a latte then? We'll just add more milk."

"Sure," I smiled. "Thank you."

The girl who made the cappuchino was pissed. Instead of just adding the milk ... she threw the whole thing away. Pouting the whole time while she made the latte.

"I have to make sure she doesn't spit in it now," I whispered to Husani.

"I was thinking the same thing," he laughed and nodded.

I smiled at her and said 'thank you'. She surprised me by replying with a nice 'you're welcome'. Not like a 'here's your latte you bitch' kinda 'you're welcome. A pretty decent and genuine one.

We sat in the comfy chairs and talked. Then we found 2 copies of the Village Voice and went through the classifieds for apartments. Just sitting there. Me ... sideways in my chair with my legs thrown over the arm of the chair. Swinging my legs every now and then. Laughing with Husani while we looked through the paper. Circling the good spots with a pen. That's it. Just sitting, laughing, reading and circling. I was happy and I realized again that for the first time in ... I'm not even sure how long .... I'm happy. Really happy. Even when I'm sad now ... I'm happy. I don't have to do much.