Shes coming in 12:30 flight
The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation
I stopped an old man along the way
Hoping to find some long forgotten words or ancient melodies
Actually he's coming in more like 1:30p.m. And we're not near Africa. He's just about the best guy pal any guy could want, and he's wanting to spend his birthday weekend here. So Red is driving up, he's flying in, and the weekend will be all about him.
I'm giddy as a school boy, looking forward to the return of one of my best friends. I've probably only had a handful of real honest-to-goodness guy pals, and fewer still who are gay. One of them, I'm told, doesn't count since apparently being a dyke lesbian means she's actually a woman. Whatever. Anyway, the moment I heard he was coming back in, I called dibbs on the airport pick up. Me, me, me!
And since I bought a car tonight, (thanks to the wheeling and dealing of Bubbles), I get to pick him up in my brand new, shiny red car. It's going to be a very good weekend!
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