Gerd and I went to eat at a mexican restaurant last night. It was pretty good. Had 2 margaritas. We tried to get tickets for the concert we're going to Friday, but the place was closed, so we went to this Irish pub where Gerd used to go. I didn't drink as much as I usually do, so I can't understand what happened---I got sick sick sick. I'll spare you the details. Gerd took excellent care of me. Helped me get into the truck, walked me in the door, started the shower, heated up a piece of bread and made me eat. He's so caring, so loving, so sweet. I'm lucky to have him. I'm so embarrassed he saw me like that. I'm embarrassed it got like that. But he took such good care of me and keeps checking on me while he's at work. To clarify: we're not back together. We're working through issues, holding off until things seem right I guess. I don't think either one of us really knows where or what we are, but that's okay. We're having fun, enjoying each other company. I'm just enjoying being in love, that's all that matters right now. No label neccessary.