entry #173 - blackest black

                                    

                                          
November 2, 1992
Madison, Winsconsin
فيزا
Day on the road number 27. We're now in some town called Madison, it's got to be the prettiest place I've been to since the beginning of this tour (if we don't consider the week I spent for work in New York, that flabbergasting beauty of a metropolis), and needless to say, today's been another one of my usual crazy fucking, endless but fun, chaotic nomadic days. Everything hurts, from the head to the back all the way down to the feet, but ask me if I'm happy, and I won't hesitate to say yes. I'm the happiest I've ever been in my life. 
My day started with a bang (these days, I get concerned if my boyfriend doesn't flip me back first on the bed and spread my legs, as soon as we start to kiss good morning). Then it went on about with me trying to make some time to study, while he was out with his homies, rehearsing, buying music supplies, and all the rocker stuff. Then we caught up to have lunch together once he was free, we picked up a fight at the checkout because I dared to pay the bill... and with two heads aching from the bantering and two bellies full of Italian food, we decided to kill some time by riding through the deserted roads of this city. On his bike, because the other day, I sold my Triumph Bonneville to a guy from Wichita who offered me more money for it than I'd originally paid back in the day. I suggested we should've gone to some vintage motorcycle dealer to see if they had the Moto Guzzi V7 850 GT 'California' or the Honda CB750 'Four' of my dreams, Sean gladlly accepted because he could've never in his life said no to something motorcycle-related... and once we arrived at the dealer's and I talked to the super nice owner of the place, I found out, to my great surprise, that he had both bikes of my dreams available. 
After the initial indecision, because I just couldn't choose which one of the two bikes I would've liked to own the most, I decided to put a bet on the Moto Guzzi... that, mostly because Sean kindly reminded me he owns a Honda Four himself (as if I'd forgotten, haha, his blue Honda Four lives rent free in my mind), and that I just had to wait until we'd be back in Seattle to ride it. With 3.5k bucks less in my wallet, and still on a surplus of 1.2k from the successful sale of my Bonneville to Mark from Wichita, Alice in Chains die hard fan, I have a new bike! A gorgeous, pristine, black Italian stallion, a dream come true if you ask me! And not just that, but I also have a beautiful pair of cowboy, side bags kindly gifted by my beautiful, super generous and kind hearted boyfriend. Slay!
After his very nice present, I handed him the keys of my new beauty, and I offered him a bike swap kinda ride back to the hotel. In the end, we got back to the hotel, me on his Kawasaki, him on my new Moto Guzzi, and we spent a lovely, loner in two-like afternoon together, between a round of drinks at the bar, and a round of dipping in the hot tub. Another dream come true, because until this afternoon, we'd only talked about simmering in hot tubs without effectively doing the thing once. At about 6:45PM, we remembered that we had a life outside of being eachother's hip parasite, and we headed to our room, in order to get ready for his show of the night. While I was getting dressed up, doing my makeup and talking to my insurance company in Seattle, of course, because I'm a woman of priorities... one of the two blondies from the tour bus knocked on the door, and bust into our room with a very unexpected invitation: she told me that it would've been her birthday at midnight, and that she would've liked to celebrate it with us girls (and girls only, to 'avoid drama caused by the guys') at some élite VIP after hours club after the Alice show. I asked Sean if he would've minded it, because we'd agreed on going to some funfair downtown straight after the show... and when he said that it wouldn't have been a problem to him, that he would've gone to some club with the guys ('and the guys only, to avoid drama caused by the girls', haha bless my favourite prankster), I nodded and told the blondie that she could've counted me in for her little party. And in the end, she got ready for the show together with me, in Sean and I's room, and with my fucking makeup.