You know you are becoming a lame-o when you open up your blog entry with a lyric from a Keane song that is so 2 years ago, you don't even think you like Keane, and you only like the song because the cute boy on American Idol (who you voted for, by the way) sang it on the Tuesday night show.
Oh well.
I wanted to blog last week, but got too busy, so you're getting my now-fuzzy recollection of 2 weeks ago. Sometimes you have these simple days/hours/moments that make you feel really happy, and I had a lot of them that weekend.
My life as I currently know it is never serene or normal or the way I think it should be. That's a sad, depressing fact. There are lots of little things that aren't the same anymore. I don't work with my best pals from my old plant. I only see Amee every few months instead of on a day-to-day basis. And my dad is gone, so my family dynamic is shifted and strange-feeling and I always feel a little lost without him. Sometimes it's hard to face this fact, and I've gotten really good at swallowing my pain and just I dunno, dealing with it, but I can tell you, it sucks all the time and apparently always will.
But there was something about last weekend that made me feel alive and normal and back to my old self. Even if it was just for two days. Maybe because I was done with my first round of tests and completely left schoolwork behind for 3 days. Or maybe because the sun came out and it was safe and warm to play outside. Maybe because I got to ride to Austin with Maria and got to chat with Amee along the way. Maybe because I went out with friends and it felt normal and comfy and happy. Maybe because Amanda called me just to tell me what she ate/drank the night before. Maybe because Aneil and I had a crazy-fun day of arcade games and putt-putt and hot wings. I just felt like I had my old carefree life back for a little while and I loved it. Thanks to everyone who participated in it.
The fun continued on Tuesday when I realized that the dreaded Reliability Conference that I attended was also being attended by my best work friends from Bayport. Oh joy of joys to sit in the smarmy hotel bar having after-work drinks with Dan and Val. And giggle at discussions about safety critical variables with Dona and Ben. Joy.
Things turn back to reality eventually though. Mom and Fro came to town so we could take Mom to the airport to go to the Philippines to see my Grandma (who is real sick). I love that lady, and can only hope she gets better so I can visit her soon too.
This past weekend was also good. I got to hang out with my brother, which is rare, but I can't tell you (or him especially) how much I love to just hang out with him. He is a good egg. Also Aneil came over and we shopped on Westheimer and I got to drink Raspberry beer in the middle of the day, which is always a good thing. I love him the most.
I hope you all have some happy moments this week. Even though they are fleeting, aren't they wonderful? Seriously, full of wonder.This week I love: mini-M&Ms, raspberry lambic, and reliability conferences. This week I hate: saying goodbye.
3 comments:
raspberry lambic is delicious! try the orange blossom cream ale. tastes like beer orange juice but delicious!
also i have discovered i wierdly like hot wings after thinking i hated them my whole life. odd.
i miss you a bunch and really want to hang out.
soon soon.
always be happy love.
good post.
so one time, when i was about 17 or 18 i guess, i went to hooters. it was a rather normal day of pseudohot girls traipsing around with pseudohot wings, watching basketball, and general merriment.
but then....
i get home and start to feel a bit strange. not strange like, "am i smarmy for watching girls in weird orange shorts bounce around a restaurant," but rather "hmm, i'm a bit tingly."
so i take a shower (to get rid of smarm) and then proceed to realize that i am covered in little red bumps and my face is all swollen and generally not pleasant-looking.
a few injections of various anti-inflammatories, steroidal and otherwise, later, i learn that i am apparently allergic to hotwings.
first and last time i ever had a hot wing.
first and last time i ever went to hoooters???? not telling.
Last weekend I went to Hooters with my friend Dave and his wife Meredith. I was craving hot wings and they were kind enough to indulge me. When we got there we realized it was "Ultimate Fighting Championship" night on Pay-Per-View and they were showing the fights at Hooters. About 3 minutes into it their satellite receiver went on the blink and reset itself, the screen quickly returning with the "your service will be set up in several minutes" message. I thought there was going to be a riot.
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