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jackshoegazerAh, the weekend is over and Monday approaches like the front line of a charging army with genocide on it's breath! In a mere three hours I will awaken Ethan and begin the grueling pattern and schedule that is the Week. at least I don't work until tomorrow.
As I mentioned, Saturday, the plan was to spend the day at B&N with Anna, conversing, sharing and writing. I left for Madison bright and early but when I arrived, no Anna. I waited and waited and called and she never showed up and never answered the phone. Some sort of intuitive psychicism filtered through my mind and said that she was very upset and having an argument with her boyfriend and that is why she did not come. My rational function immediately dismissed this because I know that she and her boyfriend never fight. In four years of relationship, they've never had a real down-and-out Fight. Let me tell you this, my friends: Leave ration for math. That's all it's good for. I was dead right. When I got home, there was an apologetic email awaiting me with a full explanation. Apparently her boyfriend came across some of ours (hers and mine) correspondence and was none-too-pleased about the level of emotional intimacy in the letters. She was about to leave for B&N when she smelled the stench of tension and saw the damning evidence sitting on the table. By the time she realized she wasn't going to make it, it was too late to call me and tell me not to drive to Madison. I feel bad that the waters of her relationship are turbid, but she assures me everything will be fine. On the bright side, I bought an excellent book on Dreams by Carl Jung that was on sale for only $7.98 plus applicable sales tax.
Saturday night, I did the unthinkable. I entered the SleepyTime DreamLand early. Midnight! And I slept a full prescribed and slumberous eight hours chilling in the Unconscious.
Then Sunday arrived with a fluttery tummy and diffused white light streaming between the slats of the vertical blinds. Between worrying about Anna's situation, for I had not heard from her yet other than the original message which said she was having a "confrontation", and the prospect of *N* arriving later that afternoon, I was plagued with a case of what stage performers affectionately refer to as "butterflies in my tummy." By the time afternoon rolled around, I was feeling much better and confident. *N* arrived and met Ethan and my roommate and received the Grand Tour of my Humble Abode. We went to Aztalan and reconnected. It took, well, not long at all for us to get back into that comfortable, conversational groove we achieved during out last Adventure. Aztalan was Aztalan, which is to say, beautiful and energizing. It was a tab bit nipply outside, so we didn't stay long, but we hiked quite the distance while we were there. Afterward we went for coffee and cigarettes, the Holy Duality of Stimulation. After that it was several games of billiards, or pool, whichever you prefer. She completely put me to shame, winning all four games. We rounded out the night with dinner (sesame chicken, crab rangoon and egg rolls) and a movie (True Romance), both of which were quite enjoyable as well. We spent a good ten hours in each other's company and I can say I had a really great time and felt very comfortable with her. I'm pretty sure we're going to get together again on my next weekend off. Very exciting.
Until We Meet Again, this is J7E*R7E*M7Y signing off...
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As I mentioned, Saturday, the plan was to spend the day at B&N with Anna, conversing, sharing and writing. I left for Madison bright and early but when I arrived, no Anna. I waited and waited and called and she never showed up and never answered the phone. Some sort of intuitive psychicism filtered through my mind and said that she was very upset and having an argument with her boyfriend and that is why she did not come. My rational function immediately dismissed this because I know that she and her boyfriend never fight. In four years of relationship, they've never had a real down-and-out Fight. Let me tell you this, my friends: Leave ration for math. That's all it's good for. I was dead right. When I got home, there was an apologetic email awaiting me with a full explanation. Apparently her boyfriend came across some of ours (hers and mine) correspondence and was none-too-pleased about the level of emotional intimacy in the letters. She was about to leave for B&N when she smelled the stench of tension and saw the damning evidence sitting on the table. By the time she realized she wasn't going to make it, it was too late to call me and tell me not to drive to Madison. I feel bad that the waters of her relationship are turbid, but she assures me everything will be fine. On the bright side, I bought an excellent book on Dreams by Carl Jung that was on sale for only $7.98 plus applicable sales tax.
Saturday night, I did the unthinkable. I entered the SleepyTime DreamLand early. Midnight! And I slept a full prescribed and slumberous eight hours chilling in the Unconscious.
Then Sunday arrived with a fluttery tummy and diffused white light streaming between the slats of the vertical blinds. Between worrying about Anna's situation, for I had not heard from her yet other than the original message which said she was having a "confrontation", and the prospect of *N* arriving later that afternoon, I was plagued with a case of what stage performers affectionately refer to as "butterflies in my tummy." By the time afternoon rolled around, I was feeling much better and confident. *N* arrived and met Ethan and my roommate and received the Grand Tour of my Humble Abode. We went to Aztalan and reconnected. It took, well, not long at all for us to get back into that comfortable, conversational groove we achieved during out last Adventure. Aztalan was Aztalan, which is to say, beautiful and energizing. It was a tab bit nipply outside, so we didn't stay long, but we hiked quite the distance while we were there. Afterward we went for coffee and cigarettes, the Holy Duality of Stimulation. After that it was several games of billiards, or pool, whichever you prefer. She completely put me to shame, winning all four games. We rounded out the night with dinner (sesame chicken, crab rangoon and egg rolls) and a movie (True Romance), both of which were quite enjoyable as well. We spent a good ten hours in each other's company and I can say I had a really great time and felt very comfortable with her. I'm pretty sure we're going to get together again on my next weekend off. Very exciting.
Until We Meet Again, this is J7E*R7E*M7Y signing off...
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Date: 2004-11-22 04:59 pm (UTC)Sorry to hear about Anna, I don't know the details, but I know that sometimes that type of emotionally intense friendship cannot be handled by the other person in the relationship..which is too bad, cause you sound as if she's a really good friend. Hope it works out.
And yes we are! Provided I think of something for us to do. I'm defintely looking forward to hanging out again. :)
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Date: 2004-11-22 08:41 pm (UTC)It is really unfortunate about the Anna situation. She and I are really good friends, even though we've only known each other a short period of time, we seem to inherently understand each other and have grown very close. I feel terrible at being a catalyst in her relationship problems. I know it's not my fault, but I really do despise drama, unless it's on stage or television.
I'm sure you'll think of something to do, I trust you, and I'm pretty easily entertained. Good company is all I ask for...