(re)sendoff

John left with the band for New York around 1:30 a.m. this morning. Last night. Whatever.

I helped him pack, which helped me hide a surprise in the midst of the shirts and undies. But damn it if he didn't keep trying to take over packing that bag and ruin my fun. NO JOHN, I'LL DO IT. You just sit there and relax! Oh, hidden motives...

I was spouting off a mental checklist and jokingly included, "Got your guitar?" He's going to RECORD AN ALBUM. He was all, oh yeah, they're in the other room - we'll get them. The minutes passed quickly and it was time to roll out. We said our goodbyes and I walked back in from the freezing cold. I wasn't expecting to cry. He's doing what he was born to do. He's doing something that has so much potential to make our life together ever better. But the tears just welled up out of nowhere. Luckily, he didn't see them. I watched them drive away through the blinds and sat down with Oswald to cry.

Not even ten minutes later, the phone rings. "Aw, he's already calling me!" Not so much. Instead: "We forgot the guitars."

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