"Since you can't get yourself moved to Minneapolis as of yet, we just decided we would move down here for a year or so until you can move back up with us." Not only had she and her beau moved here, she brought her mother, her son and some other guys (family and; friends). They already had an apartment here and it was a totally wonderful surprise for me,
And well, at least it was just a dream, because in real life there are many people who get here thinking it's going to be good then they get caught in the undertow of all the oppression, finding it practically impossible to make a way to escape back out of here.
The men went to do something else while I showed her The River Walk. It began raining, a soaking spring shower, a la San Antonio. We were on a covered veranda up over the water. There were many trees around us. It was the driest place to be, thus there was no reason to go elsewhere during this massive shower. We smoked a joint & she called someone to come pick us up, but they got lost so it took awhile. We ended up walking over to a little shopping area after the rain let up. It was there that I realized I had changed purses & forgotten many things in my old purse.
They had a loft on an upper floor of an old office building that had been renovated into lofts. The buzzer was VERY LOUD and when we arrived upstairs, Best Friend's mother announced that the industrial-sounding buzzer will be disconnected, so nobody had better depend on using it. We discovered that they had moved only a few blocks away from where we lived. Everything was very pleasant.
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