I'll Be There For You

That's what I told Rex when I drove him to the airport last week, so he could spend his vacation golfing in Cuba and I could have a staycation at Triller — that I would be there to pick him up at the aiport when he returned. I said this before I'd read the email with his flight details. Who knew they landed charter flights at 1:30 in the morning?

But it was worth it, totally worth it, to have had the week to myself and, as an added bonus, to have been driving Rex's bigass black SUV around town. It's a gas guzzler, all right, but what badass car isn't?

So you know that episode of Friends, the one with Ross's new girlfriend, where Rachel goes to the airport to meet Ross and when he gets off the plane he's got his arm around a new girl?

I have no idea why I thought of that just now.

I'm not saying it's like that with me and Rex, I'm just sayin'... he was in Cuba for a week, with Gilbert and Mrs. Gilbert and oh yeah, I guess I forgot to mention, there was this woman named Julie, a golfing buddy of the Gilberts, who was also on the trip, and who, for logistical reasons, was Rex's roommate.

In Cuba.

At an all-inclusive resort.

With a whole lot of booze flowing freely.

I'm just sayin'.

But hey, we're all grownups here, and it's not like I'm his wife; he's still got one of those in Scarborough. Neither am I aspiring to the position, I assure you, Gentle Reader.

I'm just sayin'.

You know how you always imagine, beyond reason and without wishing confirmation, that the first boy you loved is always out there somewhere, waiting for you?

I guess it's like that.