My throat is all kinds of sore. We had another rehearsal for the choir last night, and I think I did myself some damage.

They kindof sprung on us the fact that we have a little bit of a concert this weekend. We do all of our rehearsals inside a church on the upper west side, and in exchange for the space, we've agreed to perform at a few of the church services. Well, our first is this sunday.

We hardly know any of the songs. So we spent the entire rehearsal practicing the three that we'd be performing sunday. And they're all gospel-esque, and they all require me to be screaming like Aretha Franklin. To top it off I have a cold (that really won't seem to go away), so my throat is in pain.

C.S. and I went out again last night. He did the cutest thing. He mentioned to me on monday that he wanted to take me somewhere "special" on tuesday, but he wouldn't tell me where or why. Generally this would annoy me, since I'm not the type of person who likes to be told about surprises long before they happen. If you wanna surprise me, surprise me. But don't tell me a week before that you're gonna do it. However I decided to placate him and not push it further, because he was ridiculously excited about it. He picked me up after rehearsal and we headed down to 34th street.

And then we proceeded to wait for an hour and a half. I had absolutely no idea what was going on, and at times I really don't think he did either. We just sat around, outside (and it was cold!) until about 12:45, when everything finally changed.

I guess what I noticed first was the increase in police cars coming down the street. And then the influx of people gathered around us. We went from being the only people standing there to being surrounded by a large crowd. Well, large for 12:45 AM on a tuesday. So obviously something was up.

And then I saw it. Elephants. Marching down 34th street.

Yes, I assure you, you did not read that incorrectly. There were elephants. marching tail in trunk. down 34th street.

And not only that, there were horses following behind them.

Apparently this was the "Parade of Animals," because the circus is coming to NYC soon. According to C.S., they were too big to be shipped in trucks, so they flew them into Queens, then they traveled down through Manhattan to Madison Square Garden.

It was interesting, and I can't say I've ever seen large animals walking down the street in the middle of the night before. I don't know if I'd say it was worth standing out in the cold for, but what made it nice for me was how excited he was. He was jumping up and down as the elephants walked by, he kept giggling and laughing like a little kid. That made me smile. That made it worth standing outside for so long.

As we were lying in bed later that night, and I was drifting far into unconsciousness rather rapidly, I started mumbling things to him. I can only remember half the things that came out of my mouth, but I remember the phrase, "I like you" being said more than once. Because I realized, while I was watching him laugh insanely and try to pet the horses, and the light from the slightly-full moon and the streetlamps washed over him, that I did like him.

And I think, for once, it's not gonna fuck me up that I do.

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