stacy take three

i don't know what's wrong. my posts keep disappearing. i'm going to try this one more time, and if it doesn't work, i'm waiting to post till i get home. it keeps deleting everything i type. or it will post without me asking to, and then it won't load. i've written pages and pages, such beautiful stuff, and now they're just words floating out in the universe.

so about stacy. nate's suburb is this enormous gated community, huge new buildings that all look exactly the same. it's more like jail than home. so i was worried about stacy's, but she and julie have a cute little place. all the houses are unpretentious 50s ranch styles, all different and charming. the dogs, max, coco, and stinky are all as loud as they are on the answering machine, but they're good dogs. they have a piano, which makes me jelous, and there are these vintage advertisments hanging everywhere- they're totally cool. they just built a back porch, and that's where we sat and drank our tea from the mint in stacy's garden.

a was pretty stressed with the driving, but stacy totally charmed her and she decided to go to casa bonita with us.

and let me tell you, anything you've heard about casa bonita, it's true.

can i just say cliff divers. jumping down 3 stories into the pool. i already typed about the crazy crazy restaurant, the most exciting restaurant in the world, three times. the food's horrible. the atmosphere's amazing. we played skeeball, i got a little rubber chicken for ch. we gave away our extra tickets to little kids- makes ya feel warm inside, hey?

a went home then, she had nate's only key, but stacy and i went to the detour in denver. rumour has it it has turned into quite a dive, but they must have redone the place, because i thought it was quite nice. much nicer than some of the places ch takes me! i forgot to bring my phone charger with me, so i'm trying to keep my usage down, but i've been texting ch. i told him we were going there, and he typed back "hope you have a dental dam" i wrote "stacy says they don't make them anymore" and he said, "no one told the michican womyn's festival!" at that i got out stacy's cell phone, and left a threatining message, but there was no new word from him. any way, the bar was fine, good people watching, hot bartender i wish i could've flirted with, etc.

it was really great to talk with stacy- she tells me all the stories from a different point of view, or she tells me the stories ch doesn't. giggle. it's really awesome too, she loves him so much. i'm glad she's interested in what i think of ch, of jack. it's so great to talk to someone about ch who knows him even more than i do. i feel like i'm her spy in chicago, keeping an eye on him, picking up the pieces if it's needed. i'm like the little tag on his ankle, letting her know where he is and that he's ok when he flys off? maybe? i don't know, but i wanna be in that circle. if they're friends with joe, they should both be friends with me. i'm much more charming than he is.

soon i'll be posting about today, but now that i've made it through all of yesterday, i want to put this up before something ELSE disasterous happens to it. seriously- i've been typing for over an hour.