today i read moby dick for hours, went on the best motorcycle cruise, and then went downtown even though i was tired and had wind-blown hair and smeary make-up from riding without my helmet and DRAKE ended up being in downtown champaign. like two buses pulled up, and laura is yelling ‘it’s GOTTA be drake! look at that BUS’ and sure as shit, you guys, drake just strolls out in a grey sweater and heads down to bacaro.
and it’s not like i’m his biggest fan, but i can’t act like i don’t play ‘fancy’ every time i get dressed to go out. what i’m getting at is i am not too cool for celebs. like you bet i ran across that street with laura and tracy, waited outside the door and was like drake is in downtown champaign. our downtown. our sunday downtown.
it’s all what’s so fun about right now. i’m engaged and surprised. when i say yes to plans, when i leave my apartment, when i just surrender any notion that i can control this, i am opening myself to possibility. i am letting myself see drake downtown, or interact with people i met briefly at a party and starting something new. i get to see cool cars and find the coat with the perfect buttons at the thrift store.
i can feel the truth in anything being possible lately. drake came downtown on dollar pint night, and really? that’s some pretty good proof.
