Most of the next morning and early afternoon were spent in dreamland, as the night before lacked nothing but that. Around 5, Eba and I packed up a few things and a cooler and headed back to our old stomping ground: the beach. We layed around all day listening to music, reading, drawing, swimming, eating, drinking and being merry. One of my favorite moments of the dya was when Eba, sweetheart that she is, walked up to an older man collecting cans out of the trash and gave him the aluminum shell of the Coke I had just drank. He thanked her kindly. She noticed he was quite hot, so she came back to our little camp and got out a full cold Coca-Cola. Taking it back over to him, both filling his need for refreshment and offering him another can once he’d drank it, he thanked her even more kindly. A little while later, the ultra-tan man selling sea-doo rides and umbrellas, etc. came over and told Eba the man had left a message for her. He said, “Thank you. God bless you. It won’t always be like this.” He made my prayer list for the day. Matthew, our friend from the night/morning before, came out and sat with us to watch the sunset. It was unbelievably breathtaking.
After a sandy hike back to Eba’s Honda Fit, we went back home to shower and get dressed for supper and another night on the town. After driving around looking for a place to eat, we realized it was 11 at night on a Sunday and decided we’d go to the trusty Waffle House, open ‘round the clock. We then headed over to Just Us Lounge, a gay bar. Eba is bisexual, though I think she prefers to not be labeled that way and just to be recognized as a human being willing to fall in love with anyone. We played pool, I played some songs on the jukebox and we looked at magazines and talked to the lady bartender. Finally, tired as all get-out, we went home and bedded down.
I was thinking about the gay bar and the differences in general between Eba and I. Eba is a gay Arabic Islamic vegetarian. I am a straight Kentucky Christian meat-eater. For sure, it is obvious that she and I come from different worlds and believe different things. Hopefully though, she came out realizing that none of that matters a bit to me. In my eyes, Jesus was a peaceful/loving/wandering hippie. I’d like to think of myself kind of the same way.