Crazy Fingers

We met a year ago today. (Lord you know they made a fine connection, they love each other.)

Brian, you’ve given me a year of fun, reward, challenge, growth and love. I hope this is the first of many anniversaries we will celebrate together. (You know our love will not fade away.)

If I had the world to give, I’d give it to you - long as you live.

I love you, baby. I’m glad you were in the gym a year ago wearing your Haverford shorts.

• I haven’t explicitly come out at work. No pictures of Brian on my desktop.
• When my boss’ boss asked what I did this weekend, I said “I finished moving.” I didn’t say “my boyfriend moved in.” In other words, I’m not being open at work, the way I used to, and the way I think I should.
• Some guy (who doesn’t work here) made a homophobic remark in Fatburger at lunchtime, possibly directed at me, and I didn’t respond. (I was exploring the jukebox, which was playing a Willy Nelson song, and this guy walked past me and said “play some gay cowboy music,” obviously a reference to Brokeback Mountain.)
• An HR person here, who’s like a buddy of mine, commented that one of my coworkers (who I think is a gay woman) “is not such a lady,” and again, I let it go.

In happier news, I did run into my friend Jeff Wenger in Fatburger. He works across the street in the Jersey City planning department. I met him through a mutual friend at Salsa y Salsa over the summer. Jeff loves the Dead; he may give me a USB drive so I can give him all of my shows.

And yes, Brian did move in officially (i.e., his stuff moved in, much of which is still in boxes in the living room). He’s currently tormented about what to do with his apartment, and there are some outcomes of that decision that will cause the boxes to remain in the living room longer than other outcomes (i.e., if he has to go clean up his apartment, the emptying of the boxes will be deferred). It’s all good though. I’m glad he’s there. I would have posted about all this already, except that we’ve both been totally exhausted from the move. Soon, I hope to have the time and energy to post some pictures of the apartment, which now has furniture.

Signing on from the Brian room.

We’ve got wires running through the wall from the living room, into this cool surface-mount patch box I found at Radio Shack. It takes modular snap-in connectors, so it’s flexible and I didn’t have to hand-wire any wires into any connectors. We’ve got the cable modem plugged into a router (from my old home network in New Jersey), and my computer plugged into the router in the living room, Brian’s connected to the patch box in the Brian room, and both computers are on the internet. (We’re not using WiFi because we get a faster connection — 100mbs — hard wiring the computers to the router, and the router to the cable modem, than we would with wireless. Also, Brian has an older Macintosh that’s not WiFi ready, and I don’t want to deal with that.)

I think I’ve accomplished the big stuff I set out to do in the apartment today, so Brian’s stuff can move in tomorrow.

• All of my crap is out of the Brian room.
• The baker’s racks are down in the basement (for Miguel, the super, sort of like a tip).
• Window shade installed in the Brian room.
• Internet connectivity in the Brian room.

I didn’t return the extra parts, for a refund, to the Container Store. I’ll do that tomorrow.
Brian and his mom got his old apartment almost completely packed. The movers come in the morning.

My name is Larry Person.

Larry Person.