Curt got in about 9 o'clock Tuesday evening. I was crabby at first because I misestimated his time of arrival and was jarred when I made the 20 mile drive to meet him, but that quickly wore off as I got to see him again. We didn't spend much of the first night doing much, going to the grocery store and picking up some food for him.

The second day, however, was much more eventful. We drove to my parents to meet with them, despite my mother's initial asocial reaction to him (she's kind of "lost in space" at the moment because of her dog -- functionally, her baby -- Tinker's declining health) But eventually she warmed up when Curt began to be his typical friendly self. It helped also that we held one of my best ever musical jams with him, me, and my brother in our garage. My dad is particularly a sucker for us playing music, and he was quick to come out and watch us. Later in the evening we went with my brother and his friends to see the new Harry Potter movie, which I think was more worth my time than reading the book and was thoroughly enjoyable -- especially with Curt around to make gay/emo jokes about Malfoy.

The reason why he was going to come up in the first place was the third day, actually. I had purchased tickets to the Sonic Youth show at the Knitting Factory; the one show I thought I'd never get to see, was actually Sonic Youth's first show in Boise. We had pizza at Curt's favorite pizza place before going to see the show. We arrived over an hour early to hold down our spots at the very front and center before the stage. The concert itself was amazing. We stood less than 10 feet from Kim Gordon as she sloppily scratched on her bass -- or guitar, which was a surprise to see her play. At one point, Thurston Moore hovered above the crowd on the edge of the stage, just a few feet from my right. Most of the songs came from their new album -- a kind of disappointment at first seeing that I had overplayed the album before the show. But, I enjoy that fact now, seeing that I can enjoy the album in a new light now knowing where some of the bizarre sounds originate from. The highlight of the night, though was when Kim Gordon reached down and handed Curt a new water bottle, which he very quickly handed to me. Thanks, Kim, for the water!

On Friday, Curt and I went to the water park using two tickets my mom gave us. Almost immediately after arriving, I burnt my feet on hot pavement, not realizing how bad it was until after we left and it was unbearably painful to put my socks and shoes. There were two blisters on the bottom of my feet which made it difficult to walk and drive. instead of laying on the bed in pain the entire time I was home, Curt drove me to the store where I got to ride an electric wheelchair around the store -- and as much as I wanted to ride them as a kid, they aren't as fun as they look. But Curt was there, and we got to spend the night together, with him taking care of me.

After Saturday, after missing work and trying to recover, today he had to leave around Sunday. I'm still sad that he's gone -- I even cried a little when he left, but I know I'll be able to see him again soon.