‘Sup Dawgs? I’m just hammering away at an op-ed over here for the big boss. It’s on corporate democracy. I know, I know…settle down. It’s one of my favorite things to write about, too. Moving on…
That's Thor in the braids when we were scrappy young'uns in college at UGA. The No Smoking sign is ironic.
My good friend Thor visited me yesterday. I literally haven’t seen her since she left school to follow a boy around the country working with the Renaissance Festival. That was over 15 years ago. “I ran away with the circus,” she says. And she totally did. And it’s totally her. She tells me we got together a few years after college but I don’t remember. Anyway, we had lunch at a cool bookstore in DuPont and drank bloody mary’s and flirted with the 27-year-old waiter and talked about the men we’ve dated and the old times and friends and the way things are now. She’s left me a ticket to get into the Md. Ren Fair Sunday if I want. I think I should in fact. Because those kind of friends — the kind you just pick back up with and never miss a beat — are so rare it makes me want to cry sometimes. Love you Thor. Even if you gave me your cold.
In other news, my Pops is headed up for the weekend tomorrow and, since I know there’s no way he’ll come into the city to visit me — he hates all the noise and confusion I think — I’ll likely be trying to get out to Southern Maryland at some point to hang out with him. Looking forward to seeing you Pops. Even if you do just need my help to move furniture.
So, I had this thought last night as I was laying in bed with a sniffly Alexander — he has a cold and is being a whiny boy — that maybe I have this whole thing wrong. That maybe it actually is about quality of experience and not quantity. Thor made me think of it actually. We were constantly moving, running around, going out, partying, hanging out and what have you in college. And in the end it was a blur that I can’t remember and that left me pretty hollow for a few years into my 20s. Those post-college years were not easy ones for me. So, I think I’m going to try to remember that when I feel like I haven’t made enough friends here or that I’m not doing enough socially. Because I actually know the flipside of that coin. And it’s a lot less meaningful than I seem to want to convince myself it is.
Now for diversionary things and stuff:
You droning, tickle-brained, canker-blossom. Marvelous. These will be used.
This one’s for you Thor. I feel EXACTLY like this about the Occupy Wall Street crowd. I know you like the passion of the meetup but I just want some peace and damn quiet. I might be getting old. (h/t Fleury):
Right now, Generation X just wants a beer and to be left alone. It just wants to sit here quietly and think for a minute. Can you just do that, okay? It knows that you are so very special and so very numerous, but can you just leave it alone? Just for a little bit? Just long enough to sneak one last fucking cigarette? No?
Number three is enough for me.
Johnmire sent this to me, both as a way to explain our little vacation from a meeting of the minds in our flag football games last week (ahem) and as a way to rip on The Coach for always cursing. Although it might be me he’s ripping on. Either way, love it Johnmire. And I know how much you care you big ass.
Finally, one of the boys at work was chatting about the former Secretary with me recently because I’m a huge fan of hers. And no, I don’t think that because she chose not to marry that she’s weird or likes women or whatever. Sometimes dudes just get in your way, man. It’s as simple as that. Anyway, thought this was fairly fascinating.
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