Okay, so I know everyone’s had those moments when...you know...something is happening and you really don’t want to talk about it because you’re freaked out that if you actually speak the words out loud, the entire situation will dissipate and you’ll realize you’ve just been dreaming? Or, worse, you’re afraid that if you actually clue the cosmos into the glorious joy that you’re feeling, all of it will come crashing down around you? Come on people, help me out! I know I’m not the only one who thinks like this.
Right, so having said all that, I finally feel okay spouting out this next part:
Remember that SUPER crush I had the end of high school/beginning of college? Remember that guy that I pretty much wanted to spend the rest of my life with? The guy that I wanted to marry, have kids with, and live happily ever after?
Whoa, speaking of which I totally just had a memory flash of the dream I had last night...Lauren telling me that she wanted to get married and that it would be okay for me to tell Steve of this announcement.
Super crazy. Okay, moving on. Or should I say, “back to me.” =p
Soooooo, yeah, Chris and I are back together. (Hmm, should I have a “blog name” for him? Hit me up with ideas.) I talk to him every day...it’s lovely really, being back in that space...and I wonder—not for the first time, mind you--but still...I wonder if I’ve just been waiting for him to get himself together before I go back to him.
Speaking of...Boston, of all people, calls me the other day. I KNOW! Insane right? Right! Well, anyways, he actually gives me some rather awful news: Boston’s friend, Matt...the guy I spent some time with in, uh, Boston with Boston...just died. Of a drug overdose.
This sort of freaks me out on several levels...one of course being that Boston has called me. The other being that I actually knew this young person. Sure, I “knew” the kids who died over spring break in high school—well, some of them—but I mostly knew people who really knew them. Which I guess means I more knew “of them” than anything else. Five months ago I sat with him and Boston in a hotel and hung out. Crazy.
What do I do in response to this situation? Oh, I call Chris. Yep, I know. I’m retarded. However, it was my first reaction—which, I guess says a lot more than anything else about the way I’m thinking of the boy now. He doesn’t answer either phone, which leads me to my mother, of course.
It also leads me to the realization that I’ve never had anyone—woops, let me rephrase, anyone YOUNG—die around me.
I still don’t really know how I feel about the whole thing. Boston, on the other hand, did apologize for a lot of the shit he pulled...although at this point I wasn’t exactly pining around for it. Even so, I did appreciate it. He asks me if I’m going to ASHRAE this year. (Jan 2007, actually, but you know what I mean.) I reply with, “Yeah, maybe, but I’ll be bringing Chris if I do.”
Hey, I never said I wasn’t vindictive.
He—Boston—suggested I email him sometime...which I responded with, “You email me, and we’ll go from there.” So far, I have yet to receive anything of the sort. Speaking of...
I have to admit, the one thing that really sucks about the Chris2 thing...uh, sorry, I just realized not all of you have been tuned-in since high school. Me—Christine—plus Christopher= Chris2. Right...moving on. One thing that really sucks is some of my close boy (huge space here) friends now feel that they can’t speak to me again...because, you know, I’m attached. And—given—these guys aren’t all innocent in their entire relationships with me...they are now. It’s just kinda strange...after over two years of living on my own, as I see fit, suddenly I’m thinking...maybe Chris would be upset. I donno...I guess It’s all about learning the ropes all over again.
Speaking of...actually, no, not speaking of. What I’m about to talk about has nothing to do with what we were speaking of. So...uh...moving on...
Jax and DJ are getting married. Yeah, yeah, I know, this has been in the works for awhile, but this actually includes reservations and an announcement and everything. “Ms. Jaclyn Colette & Mr. David Allen...” Hesh...crazy how life works...I still remember back to the first weekend they met one another...oh, the joy of new love. My only sorrow is that I won’t be able to attend.
You see this little Nor’easter is contemplating writing as a full-time job. Which means I have to save, save, save. I suppose we shall see what happens in the meantime...
Speaking of...yeah, for real this time...MGFM got married. LOL...yep, to a girl. Yeah, you might not want to ask...you know...we’d have to kill you and all.
Anyways, it was a particularly interesting ceremony matched up with me being the “Man” of honor. (I so totally knew I was the man.) And culminating with me at the head table...with all the Chinese speakers. Seriously, y’all. I was the ONLY person who didn’t speak Chinese. You’d be amazed at how much of the conversation I could still follow, though. Especially when everyone started playing drinking games. I guess that’s a fairly Universal thing, there. Funniest moment of the night, was MGFM’s ‘bride’ commenting (in Chinese) to MGFM, on how “gangster” I was for being able to use chopsticks.
Hey, I know how to rock out with my cock out. Er...or something...
LoL...and to say it yet again: Speaking of...Caity is in DC with her fiancé and his band. I’m not jealous...much. Wait, let me clarify that one. I’m not jealous at all of Caity’s fiancé being in a band. I am, however, slightly jealous that she/they get to see Mom and Dad. (aka Lauren and Steve).
Whatever, c'est la vie!
Right...so...love, death, and a little jealousy...certainly sounds like a blog to me!
Until next time...Topic: Spam recipes on Gmail, the kids on The Hills and Laguna Beach being far too young to do the things they are doing on camera, and the recent books as movies rush...discuss amongst yourselves...
Quote of the Moment: "Not Playmate...Play Mate, you know, sand box, not bunny.”
Soundtrack of the Moment: Alanis Morissette, Unplugged
TV/Movie Quote: From L.A. Confidential, "Well, that's 'cause he's the television version. America isn't ready for the real me.”