Aww, that was nice

My new friend invited me to her place for Thanksgiving.
I told her I would probably spend it alone, with my sister's dogs, since I'll be house sitting for her.
I'd kind of like to go out there for turkey day but... it's far. It's like thirty/forty minutes out of town, and ... it will be dark when I leave. I'm scared of getting lost out there with my old truck. Plus I'll have the dogs to walk... I dunno.
I'm most afraid of getting out there and the tv being on and them watching football. Them being her and her friend who is coming out from Washington to stay the winter since he lives on his boat.
As much as I'd like to go out there and see her place and meet her friend and see how she lives, I think I'll wait on that until we've had more interaction in town.
Haven't done a damn thing all day except play Spore, watch war movies, eat, and ... talk to Carter.
He called. Since I don't talk on the phone much it was sort of weird to have an hour long convo with someone, especially someone from the way-back machine.
He sounds the same. Wants me to come out to New Orleans for New Years, and I looked up airfare, it's not bad. One seventy something round trip, only a few more dollars than a bus ticket. I remember when a bus ticket was hundreds of dollars less than airplane tickets. If it costs 168 bucks to ride a bus to N.O. and 170 something to fly...
That is a no brainer. I haven't been to NO since before Katrina. Back when I was with Teresa. And speaking of Miss T; a woman came into the diner Saturday that looked just like her, could have been her... but it wasn't.
Carter ... I don't know if we'll be able to move into modern day or just spend a few days reminiscing. I don't mind either way. I like hearing about what I was like with my leather jacket and my anger.
He says I was a slam dancing rocket. Of course I don't remember a lot of what he tells me, as I was drunk a LOT.
He told me about the Cha-Cha palace. I know I went there with Chard, but I don't remember taking Carter. I don't remember the Cha much at all.
Carter says there were sofas. I vaguely remember something about someone's leather jacket getting stolen.
I remember Dirt Woman mud wrestling...
Do I really want to see Carter? I do. I guess. I don't know.
I spent some time today thinking about how I'm much like a soldier who's come back from war... I don't feel much. I have passion but... not the same way most people do. I don't feel anything when people are having a hard time. I pretend to, but...
I see only distant memories ahead. I'm not part of this world as people are meant to be. I want to love someone but I don't know if I'm actually capable in the way they expect it.