Between a rock and a base

Its gonna happen, I am leaving. Packing up my life and rolling the dice to see what happens next. I am I excited? Yes. I am I a little scared? Yes. Can I succeed at another hospital? I don't know.

Last night was a first for me. Two members from my respected tribes met. Mike, the highly intelligent and fiercely insightful members of my gay boi atlanta clan and Heather - the highly insightful and fiercely intelligent member from my college clan. Together we made an amazing threesome of wit sharing our views on politics, pop culture and restlessness attitudes for work. Then a memory from the past tapped me on my shoulder. It was "J.R." the object of my affection who never returned my craving to swap spit. (ewww) We had brief conversation before he introduced me to his new boyfriend and invited me to a party. I always wondered what type of guy would be lucky enough to share a meal with J.R. so you can imagine how my curiosity was quenched when I finally met the guy. (He was very nice.) When JR left arm in arm with his new BFF. A small smile danced across my face as i realized i how happy I was for him, he apparently has found what he wanted ---a healthy stable relationship.

I think a few times during the dinner he glanced at my table which was flowing in vodka infusions and banter. Occasionally I glanced his way and I saw a calmer scene playing out consisting of two people illuminated by candle light quietly talking. It dawned on me that in the end both JR and I got what we wished for -- consistency and change.
JR left arm in arm with his rock, I left too drunk to drive slouching in the back seat of my own car,,,with my base.( and to my next adventure but maybe after some sleep)