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It's entirely too cold in my house

I'm so sick of the cold.  I usually say that I like winter, but what I really mean by that is that I like Christmas and snow for the first couple of times.  To me, there is no point in it being cold if there's no snow.  And even then, I get sick of it.  So yeah, I'm ready for spring.

Since the warm weather can't come to St. Louis fast enough, Danny (the boyfriend) and I are heading south.  In March we're taking a road trip to Austin, TX for SXSW.  I'm excited about this trip for so many reasons.  Not only will I get to see a ton of really great bands, but it will be warm, I'll be outside a lot without bundling up, there will be drinking, there will be hotels, there will be hotels and drinking, and best of all, Danny and I will finally be going on a roadtrip together.  Since we met we've talked about how much we love roadtrips and always planned on doing one together.  Seven months later and we'll finally be doing it. 

We decided not to buy the wristbands and just pay the cover at whichever bars we manage to get into.  Having the $180 wristband doesn't guarantee that you get in, it just means you prepaid, and since I don't see us spending more than $180 in cover charges it seems like a better idea to not get one.  Plus, this way I won't feel so bad if we decide to skip down to San Antonio for a night.  I went there in high school for a band trip and fell in love with the city, but I knew it would be much more enjoyable when I was over 21 and not being chaperoned by crazy band parents.  Even if we don't make it down there, this trip is still going to rock my face off!

And speaking of trips, as I sit here typing with fingers so cold they feel arthritic, Danny is on his way to Florida with two of his friends.  Needless to say, I'm a tad jealous.  I think he said it's only going to be in the 50'-70's down there, but that's still a million times better than this.  He'll wake up with warm sun on his face, and I'll wake up to scrape the shield of ice off of my car.  Wahoo!  Besides being jealous, I'm really going to miss the guy.  We've spent the greater part of every weekend for the last couple of months together, so it's going to be strange to not have him around.  But hey, it's just for the weekend so I think we'll both make it. 

I feel like after my last post about our relationship I need to be more complimentary towards him, especially since he found this blog a while ago (thank you Google) and reads it from time to time.  I don't feel the need to go into all the mushy details, but things with him are just really, really good.   There may have been a rocky start  that bothers me when I think about it, but everything about us in the here and now is wonderful.  We compliment each other very well and so far I have no complaints.  I could go on and on about how wonderful he is and how I like to call him Dantastic when I think I'm being funny (because it's really not that funny, is it?) but I don't need to go into all of that. 

So far that's the interesting thing about how I feel in this relationship.  In the past I think the first thing I would have done after starting a relationship was to come here and write out every last detail of every rose-tinted moment spent together, but this time around I just feel like keeping my lovely love thoughts a little more to myself.  And even though we haven't had a really big fight yet, I don't want to end up putting all of that out here either.  At least not in the same manner that I did with Adam.  That shit just got a leetle too crazy sometimes.  I guess I feel like I've got it really, really good this time and I don't want to screw it up or tempt fate by letting my emotions get away from me.  After two plus years of being single, I want to savor and appreciate everything that's going on with him.  Anyway, I'm in a happy place right now and that should be all anyone needs to know.

But I don't know, I think right now I would almost be willing to trade my happy place for a warm place... looks like I'll be using the space heater tonight!  Damn drafty old house.

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