11 guys, 2 girls
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verbicideBunch of handsome, charming men? That's my idea of a party!
Just got back from Chris's birthday dinner at The People's Pub.
This is the second time I've hung out with Jeff's crowd and it was just as wonderful as the first time. A really terrific group of guys, some who I'd met before (Craig, Greg, and Bryan). I was also finally able to meet the adorable Stan and Dan.
I slunk in a few minutes late because I was pet-sitting for Ellie and Jeff, and the doggies needed a little extra love. I waved at everyone and pulled up a chair next to Craig. Jeff came over to give me a welcome hug and to make sure I was going to be okay sitting so far away from him. He's such a good guy. But he had nothing to worry about, his friends were so incredibly welcoming and sweet, I had a fantastic time. We share a love of movies, restaurants, and comic books. We talked about Neil Gaiman's 1602 which I still freaking need to read.
We ate deep fried pickles and spaetzle and other solid German fare. The service was great, via a sweet, gap-toothed waitress who managed to get all of our orders right (not easy for a table of thirteen). I'm not the biggest fan of German food, but it was very tasty. I even ate and enjoyed the red cabbage.
Afterwards, I snuck Chris his gift--the first three issues of Fray. He loves Buffy and comic books...and Jeff confirmed he didn't have 'em. I hope he likes them.
Back home to a vocal Hobbes. He insisted on being fed. Trouble is, I'm scheduling his medicine at 9:30, both to span 12 hours from the morning dose and, I'm not always going to be home early. Shit, maybe I should dose him between noon and midnight. I'm usually here at those hours. It's rare I'm out later than 1. God, I feel old admitting that. Anyhow, I don't think he'd tolerate meals at those times. Oh well.
I mean, I was just whining about needing some downtime, but having today all to myself... felt a bit lonely. But not enough that I felt motivated to hunt for company. I called Greg, who was tired after a rough night of insomnia, and he valiantly tried to keep me company until I put him out of his misery, hung up and wandered around the apartment looking pathetic.
Eventually I dug out a sack my mom had found in our storage and sent me. That really perked me up. Cards, letters, postcards--all from the past 15 years. This is going to sound so obnoxious, but damn--I've been loved. So many cards and letters, so many people. People I'd forgotten to remember.
The biggest pile is Judy's and then Sarah's. The funniest is letters from Stacey's ex-boyfriend. Back in high school, I acted as intermediary for the would-be Romeo and Juliet, nearly getting in trouble with my own parents who wanted to know why this guy was always around.
So many people.
I really regret losing track of Mike Robb. We managed to stay in touch over 5 years and 5 states after high school. I wonder if he's still brewing beer and finding dead bodies in creeks.
I imagine Noujan married, crawling around on the floor with his kids or something. And Jess, my darling prom date. Where is he now? Did Will finish med school and go back to the Peace Corps?
Did Lily (most beautiful human I have ever known) marry her older, Italian restaurateur?
Shit I should get in touch with Nikki. I wonder if there's any chance of finding Tom again (the only reason I ever pulled a 4.0 semester in college).
It all makes me feel a bit old. As if I've been around a thousand years, having amassed so many people and so many memories. Someone slap me before I make a crack about having lived 5 out of my 9 lives. So many different phases with so many different crowds.
I feel a touch of sadness, wondering who else I might lose in the years to come. Ten years from now, where will I be? Who'll still be with me? Who will I lose? I can't bear to lose any of the people I have now. They're all too wonderful.
Shit. I should get in touch with Hana and Mel. And Monica. We should get Monica to come up for a visit. Or everyone for a big reunion. That would be surreal.
Wow. I could go on all night, but think I'll stop here.
Um. Here's a picture of me and Hobbsie just cause!
Just got back from Chris's birthday dinner at The People's Pub.
This is the second time I've hung out with Jeff's crowd and it was just as wonderful as the first time. A really terrific group of guys, some who I'd met before (Craig, Greg, and Bryan). I was also finally able to meet the adorable Stan and Dan.
I slunk in a few minutes late because I was pet-sitting for Ellie and Jeff, and the doggies needed a little extra love. I waved at everyone and pulled up a chair next to Craig. Jeff came over to give me a welcome hug and to make sure I was going to be okay sitting so far away from him. He's such a good guy. But he had nothing to worry about, his friends were so incredibly welcoming and sweet, I had a fantastic time. We share a love of movies, restaurants, and comic books. We talked about Neil Gaiman's 1602 which I still freaking need to read.
We ate deep fried pickles and spaetzle and other solid German fare. The service was great, via a sweet, gap-toothed waitress who managed to get all of our orders right (not easy for a table of thirteen). I'm not the biggest fan of German food, but it was very tasty. I even ate and enjoyed the red cabbage.
Afterwards, I snuck Chris his gift--the first three issues of Fray. He loves Buffy and comic books...and Jeff confirmed he didn't have 'em. I hope he likes them.
Back home to a vocal Hobbes. He insisted on being fed. Trouble is, I'm scheduling his medicine at 9:30, both to span 12 hours from the morning dose and, I'm not always going to be home early. Shit, maybe I should dose him between noon and midnight. I'm usually here at those hours. It's rare I'm out later than 1. God, I feel old admitting that. Anyhow, I don't think he'd tolerate meals at those times. Oh well.
I mean, I was just whining about needing some downtime, but having today all to myself... felt a bit lonely. But not enough that I felt motivated to hunt for company. I called Greg, who was tired after a rough night of insomnia, and he valiantly tried to keep me company until I put him out of his misery, hung up and wandered around the apartment looking pathetic.
Eventually I dug out a sack my mom had found in our storage and sent me. That really perked me up. Cards, letters, postcards--all from the past 15 years. This is going to sound so obnoxious, but damn--I've been loved. So many cards and letters, so many people. People I'd forgotten to remember.
The biggest pile is Judy's and then Sarah's. The funniest is letters from Stacey's ex-boyfriend. Back in high school, I acted as intermediary for the would-be Romeo and Juliet, nearly getting in trouble with my own parents who wanted to know why this guy was always around.
So many people.
I really regret losing track of Mike Robb. We managed to stay in touch over 5 years and 5 states after high school. I wonder if he's still brewing beer and finding dead bodies in creeks.
I imagine Noujan married, crawling around on the floor with his kids or something. And Jess, my darling prom date. Where is he now? Did Will finish med school and go back to the Peace Corps?
Did Lily (most beautiful human I have ever known) marry her older, Italian restaurateur?
Shit I should get in touch with Nikki. I wonder if there's any chance of finding Tom again (the only reason I ever pulled a 4.0 semester in college).
It all makes me feel a bit old. As if I've been around a thousand years, having amassed so many people and so many memories. Someone slap me before I make a crack about having lived 5 out of my 9 lives. So many different phases with so many different crowds.
I feel a touch of sadness, wondering who else I might lose in the years to come. Ten years from now, where will I be? Who'll still be with me? Who will I lose? I can't bear to lose any of the people I have now. They're all too wonderful.
Shit. I should get in touch with Hana and Mel. And Monica. We should get Monica to come up for a visit. Or everyone for a big reunion. That would be surreal.
Wow. I could go on all night, but think I'll stop here.
Um. Here's a picture of me and Hobbsie just cause!
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Date: 2004-09-07 03:50 am (UTC)Yeah, I wonder the same thing, sometimes. About what's happening to all the people I've lost track of. And then I get a little depressed to think that if they ever wondered the same thing about ME, they probably wouldn't imagine that I was in the same place, doing the same things that I was 10 or 15 years ago. But I am. :) Oh well... :)
(It's 9pm. I'm thinking I should head over to the store to get some food supplies for tomorrow, considering that tomorrow is the first day of classes for the academic year, and this place will be swarming with 40 000 confused, bemused, and amused undergrads; and my chances of getting near either the cafeteria or the food mall to eat are practically nil.)
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Date: 2004-09-07 06:38 am (UTC)You aren't doing the same exact thing. You've made progress!!
Ugh. Good luck fighting your way around campus through the swarms! :)