Enough

~ JBT

I’m in Vegas, attending the NAB conference. Miles and miles of convention center floors, filled with vendors of the latest tech and trends. It’s really quite overwhelming. I just sat inside Protools exhibit (sound editing) with something like 15 speakers all perfectly situated for an unbelievable audio experience. Frankly, I wish I’d never heard it, because now I know what perfect sound is like. The bar is so high now. Then Dire Straits “So Far Away” came on and I was loving the true richness of the sound. An audiogasm for the ears. Then the audio experience turned to the thought of how you once sent me that song. I’m tired of almost seeing you or just missing you somewhere. Isn’t it enough of this “almost” crap? Can we just do it?

45 thoughts on “Enough”

  2. Silence. For you that means 1) you’re deeply embroiled in work, 2) you’re deeply embroiled in novel pu🐈🐈y, 3) you’ve resorted back to some familiar but non-satisfying relationship. 4) too exhausted to give a shit about anyway but yourself and your baby boy

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  3. Oh lawdy. I tied one on last one. Long story. Anywho… My apologies.

    Side note: I have never used the word “embroiled.”

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  4. There was a wicked ice storm here this weekend. On Monday my friend’s father was driving home from work and stopped to help a couple that had had a car accident. Another car slid and hit him, killing him. So I had several bottles of wine with said friend last night. The yoga studio was ruined by the storm too. It’s closed indefinitely.

    What I should have said last night, rather than my barely coherent message above, was “Hey! Thinking of you.”

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    1. I’m usually thinking of you, so maybe you’re catching up.

      That’s horrible. I’m sorry. Unbelievably tragic.

      And that sucks about your studio as well. They have to find a temporary place until it’s rebuilt?? A wandering yogi without a school. What to do now?

      And what’s your word of JF?

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    1. I’m locked and loaded. I arrive one he 2nd and leave the 6th. Staying at the Sheraton. We don’t have to have a crazy sex weekend and pretend like all that water hasn’t passed beneath the bridge. We could do things together and do our own things as well. Christ, we’ve known each other for eight years, so maybe we can just enjoy each other’s company (if that’s possible) without putting any pressure on anything.

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  10. Were you on a date last night?! Just spotted you in Ron’s instagram story. Actually recognized your voice first. Gave me butterflies in my tummy. (What the heck!)

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    1. Ha! Most definitely not. I had dinner plans with Ron, then he invited his old assistant, who I think may be some kind of call girl, and then he invited another girl, whom he just met and was trying to romance. She was fun. The old assistant gives me the willies.

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    2. There’s an independent movie i think you’d like called “Oh Lucy!” that is doing a limited run in Waterloo starting May 4th. It’s completely charming and fun. It may only play for a couple weeks, so see it if you can.

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  17. It’s vibrant. It’s sun-drenched. It’s dangerous. It smells bad.

    So listen… Wednesday’s dinner date is feeling a leeetle too intimate for me. Too head on for my comfort level at this point (she said “HEAD”.)

    How about casual post-dinner drankalanks instead? Or invite Ron and his latest squeeze?

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    2. I’ll want/need to eat when I get there, so you can join me if you want. I feel your fear getting the better of you. Either that or another guy. A drink is fine though. No, I’m not bringing Ron or anyone else. I get your nervousness. Know that I’ll probably equally nervous.

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  19. I’m still down to hang (hell, I changed my trip plans so I could); just a bundle of nerves about a dinner date.

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