The Warmth- Incubus

Brandon Boyd urges us to experience the warmth before you grow cold. On this bitter, bitter November Monday, the only warmth I found came from Bob. From the heated seats of his Saab, the fire his Dad made after we ate dinner, and of course, from him. But damn, was it cold out today.

I know it is so predictable to talk about the weather, but honestly. I'm sweating my balls off on Wednesday and a few days later the wind is cutting through me like a fresh blade. Anyway, back to what I was getting at...

Today, I granted myself a snow day. After lurking out of bed after only 4 hours of sleep, I get to my first class only to find its been canceled. So I decided that I wasn't going to go to any more classes for the rest of the day. Instead of discussing Blake or Wordsworth, Bob and I walked around the Promenade debating milkshakes v.s. ice cream cones and laughing over the "Who Pooped The Bed" episode of my new favorite show, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. As we were walking down the sidewalk, he complimented me on my hair. I smiled and said thank you, while stealing a glance at myself in the store window.We then set out to find the essential oils, vegetable based soaps, and herbs for his at home scalp and hair treatment. This took a lot longer than one would suspect. The lavender was out of season, we supposedly needed to sign a form to buy iodine, and then encountered this pushy woman who was hellbent on selling Bob all kinds of different herb capsules. As we walked out of the health store, I turned to Bob and asked, "So, my hair really does look nice today?"

Dinner at Bob's was entertaining, especially when Bob read his dog's mind. He believed the dog was thinking "Fuck you, I just want the cookie." Bob's mom lunged over the table and playfully kept asking, "What did you just say? What did you just say at the dinner table?" After the table was cleared, we mixed the oils, crushed and steamed the herbs, and combined the whole thing in the appropriately labeled bottles. The entire kitchen smelled like a summer garden on a hot, humid day. But then, Bob and I had to part. I had to go back to school and he had to make his way back to Philly, homemade shampoos in hand.

It was just such and enjoyable day. We didn't dwell on fueds with friends, we didn't try to figure out why this or that guy fucked us over, we didn't ask deeply emotional questions that we know neither of us knew the answer too. We just enjoyed each others company. The different jokes, silly stories, songs in the car. Today was just for us.


As if today couldn't get any better, my good friend, Dave, who was lucky enough to go to the Smashing Pumpkins show this weekend in AC sent me some videos he took during the show. Way to end a wonderful day on a high note.

Nothing too prophetic here, but does there have to be? Just enjoy the warmth.