THIRSTY SEARCH 7.o

11:04pm. you resigned to an airport all-nighter.
1:16 last bus left from the terminal to downtown san francisco.
1:41am. i left to the beer store. for us; for our future together. i'm afraid such a future is melting into sighs of futility with each passing minute...
4:04am. brent potter, where are you? it's freezing freaking cold, i am searching street level every thirty minutes. you had to have caught that bus. or you would be back in the terminal facebooking. the number was right, it's in my front left pocket of the sleeveless down vest that fails to warm my forearms during the street level searches. i left good clues for you. 21st and geary. oh, brent potter. am i going to be the girl that got you lost on these cold streets? i was so sure bocas was a sign, and then tonight? fate, man, fate! where are you, brent potter?
4:10am. no beers for no shows! i am drinking one of yours. i bought 4 locals to celebrate your lay over. but maybe the only thing you are laying over is a cold concrete staircase, with a cracked-out bum fuddling through your wallet and/or money belt.
4:12am. but i really don't think you'd use one of those things. money belts. i'm taking the speakeasy prohibition ale, and leaving you the anchor steam summer ale. because it's summer.
4:22am. i refuse to sleep until you are on my couch, sleeping too. contemplating taking the bart to the airport...
4:46am. i just can't believe it, brent potter. you are a ninja. you should be busting through my third floor window any second now. you can't be lost. we've just gotta hang out. i mean, we just gotta.
5:00am. i am eating the last of the veggie lasagna. the sky is giving way to a bit of light. it's more blue than black now. should i go to the airport? it's spare the air day, so all transit is free. adventure says: yes. body says: drink the last beer and i'll be game. i hope you are in the united terminal safe and sound, brent potter. i want to muss your fake blond hair and reminisce about capernwray, brent potter. it's just been too long, brent potter! here i come, brent potter.