so Jeni and i are walking into Food Dog earlier to get mac and cheese for supper, and we're holding hands, because i'd gotten tired of thinking "i'm in NC, i shouldn't be holding a girl's hand out here." i'd gotten into one of my "fuckit, the world can deal" moods. and there was a woman in the salon we passed staring, wide-eyed. i started muttering, fairly loudly "take a picture, it'll last longer." i hope she heard me through the glass, but i doubt it.