Contrary to this post's title, today was a lousy day...aside from the searing, humid heat permeating the City today, Kaia had a car accident this morning. I called her early this afternoon and she answered, crying. She's fine, but Betty, her BMW, is DOA. As I quickly explained to her, a totaled car is nothing to cry over, unless it's a McLaren F1, which is as close to orgasm as an automobile ever will be.
So while she is fine, the pain of coexisting long-distance reared its ugly head. I was pretty close to grabbing a cab and flying to San Fran, but she reassured me she was fine. Not being able to hug her and whisper naughty things in her ear to get her laughing was downright painful. And more importantly, it put things in perspective. It taught me that life is short, that being with the ones we love is the most important thing on Earth, and that women from Lithuania should not be allowed to drive Toyota minivans.
Oh, and that watching a homeless guy defecating on the sidewalk near the Brooklyn boro Municipal Building isn't all it's cracked up to be.