Last weekend, Roxy and I went to BUTCH Voices Portland together. She landed at SeaTac airport late Friday morning and rode a shuttle down to Olympia. Once there, since I was still at work, she puttered around my hometown, making new friends, taking pictures and enjoying time to herself. We texted through the day, and I was delighted that she enjoyed her free time so much. Neither she nor I get much truly free time these days. Even though I couldn’t slip out of work and meet her, it was great to know she was so close and enjoying my city so much.
I finished up my work day and had dinner with my family, then packed up the truck. I picked her up and we headed south. It takes about 2 hours to get into Portland.
On Sunday we loaded our stuff back into the truck, bagging everything to ward against precip, and headed north. We had at least 3 hours ahead of us to get her back to the airport, and then I had another hour to get back home. In my circle of friends, we believe that if you really want to test a relationship, friendship or romantic, take a road trip with that person. Spend hours in a small space hurtling forward together and you’ll find out how compatible you are, or if your taste in music causes your companion to have fits. I am happy to report that Roxy and I are highly compatible travel companions. Normally, when travelling with my wife, I’m the co-pilot and navigator. This time around, I was the driver and Roxy my co-pilot. We tested our abilities several times over the course of the weekend, because we excelled at getting somewhat to fully lost at various times. Between my printed maps and my iPhone, we always managed to get ourselves where we needed to be. AND we did it without getting grumpy and pissed off at each other, or panicking.. I’d say that’s a pretty good indication of our long-term viability.
Eventually, we did make it to the airport, though traffic did its best to put us off our schedule. Well, that and orgasms.. heh heh. Road tripping with her is fun and sweet and romantic. I love seeing all the familiar landscape through her eyes, things I take for granted, she revels in and celebrates. I know I can count on her to stay calm, to navigate well and communicate. I can also count on her to keep me stimulated along the way. She knows she can count on me to drive safely, even if I’m bending the rules a bit.
“.. I’m not sure you can go that way…”
Roxy, darlin, you’re welcome in my truck anytime, baby, and I won’t even mind getting lost, as long as I have you to be lost with.
Happy HNT, y’all
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