Christmas Approaches and I Think I Might Be About To Piss Some People Off...perfect
Here I sit abusing my employer's goodwill by writing in my ever diminishing livejournal. Hmmmm, well Christmas is here again and those rather annoying Old Navy commercials are seeming terribly poinent at the moment.
Life has been busy but not exactly in a good sense. On Saturday, I went up to Madiera Beach(St. Pete) to go to my friend Christye's mother's memorial service. It was an awful experience for all of the obvious reasons, but it was so incredibly good to see Christye. This is a girl who has had a rough road to travel thanks to number of variables. I say that with a full understanding that we all have our burdens to bear, but this girlfor intents and purposes should have blown her brains out three years ago....but she didn't. Yes, her mother is dead, but she seems the healthiest and most together she's ever been. Just being with her reminded me of why, against all high school odds, we became friends in the first place BUT more importantly we decided to stay friends, boyfriend issues/moral disagreement/priority displacement/ and one nasty coke problem be damned. Simply put, she is lovely and we had a great time together after the traditional obligations. Some may say it's wrong to run to a bar after disposing of your alchoholic mother's ashes in the Gulf, but I wasn't about to judge. Were I in her place....not even remotely fathomable.
There were three other funerals that transpired before the aforementioned, but they are hardly worth the depressing rundown(no offense to the deceased, of course).
Last night, I ended up at a house party by proxy. It started out as a cocktail party for my mother's larger pack and their older children, but eventually it just mutated into a party for us. Being surrounded by people that you sort of know and used to sort of hate is always uncomfortable, but I'm getting better at it seeing as how there is no escaping these situations in Fort Myers. Strange how I end up doing something these days without intending to do anything. The night was capped off by me driving Taylor's new Diesel Stick Jetta home with him refusing to speak in anything but Castillian Spanish only after he battled some dude to The Anthology. See, I'm one to actually prefer vomit as to that kind of ridiculousness.
Friends seem irritated at me for assorted reasons, most of which I'm just not that sensitive to. Yeah, sorry, but you've all known me for sometime and if you haven't realized how I can weave in and out of your life without notice, my appologies, but alas that is how it is. I love you, but I don't react to guilt trips well...in fact they tend to put me on the offensive...ya see. Now, I know you might not even mean to pull that shit, but you might want to analyze the sort of tones you take with people. They give off the distinct impression that you're mad or irritated, which I hope you're not because as I've just explained you have really no reason to be..with me at least.
On a different subject entirely, WHAT SHOULD I DO FOR NEW YEAR'S EVE? I want to go to Key West with Eva(as planned), but my father got me tickets to the Gator Bowl which is the next day in JACKSONVILLE! To go to Key West or to Jacksonville with Florida State? This, like so many other things this week, sucks.
For the first time in my life, my parents being divorced is really fucking with my holiday. My step-mother is going up to Jacksonville today to spend Christmas with her son and his four kids(did I mention that I'm an AUNT AGAIN...Reilly was born a week ago) and my Dad can't go with her because he has to be in town for all of the court obligations that happen within the next ten days. The thought of my father alone on Christmas makes me ill. So I asked my Aunt Anne if he could come over for dinner on Christmas Eve(we're celebrating then). Anne was just dandy with the idea, but my mother was less than thrilled. I know that she understands why I had to ask, but it's so very clear that this is the last thing she wanted for Christmas. As Taylor asked, "She gets that he's the better of her two ex-husbands, right?"
"Virginia, we talk a grand total of five times a year and I still count you among my best friends. I like that."
Life has been busy but not exactly in a good sense. On Saturday, I went up to Madiera Beach(St. Pete) to go to my friend Christye's mother's memorial service. It was an awful experience for all of the obvious reasons, but it was so incredibly good to see Christye. This is a girl who has had a rough road to travel thanks to number of variables. I say that with a full understanding that we all have our burdens to bear, but this girlfor intents and purposes should have blown her brains out three years ago....but she didn't. Yes, her mother is dead, but she seems the healthiest and most together she's ever been. Just being with her reminded me of why, against all high school odds, we became friends in the first place BUT more importantly we decided to stay friends, boyfriend issues/moral disagreement/priority displacement/ and one nasty coke problem be damned. Simply put, she is lovely and we had a great time together after the traditional obligations. Some may say it's wrong to run to a bar after disposing of your alchoholic mother's ashes in the Gulf, but I wasn't about to judge. Were I in her place....not even remotely fathomable.
There were three other funerals that transpired before the aforementioned, but they are hardly worth the depressing rundown(no offense to the deceased, of course).
Last night, I ended up at a house party by proxy. It started out as a cocktail party for my mother's larger pack and their older children, but eventually it just mutated into a party for us. Being surrounded by people that you sort of know and used to sort of hate is always uncomfortable, but I'm getting better at it seeing as how there is no escaping these situations in Fort Myers. Strange how I end up doing something these days without intending to do anything. The night was capped off by me driving Taylor's new Diesel Stick Jetta home with him refusing to speak in anything but Castillian Spanish only after he battled some dude to The Anthology. See, I'm one to actually prefer vomit as to that kind of ridiculousness.
Friends seem irritated at me for assorted reasons, most of which I'm just not that sensitive to. Yeah, sorry, but you've all known me for sometime and if you haven't realized how I can weave in and out of your life without notice, my appologies, but alas that is how it is. I love you, but I don't react to guilt trips well...in fact they tend to put me on the offensive...ya see. Now, I know you might not even mean to pull that shit, but you might want to analyze the sort of tones you take with people. They give off the distinct impression that you're mad or irritated, which I hope you're not because as I've just explained you have really no reason to be..with me at least.
On a different subject entirely, WHAT SHOULD I DO FOR NEW YEAR'S EVE? I want to go to Key West with Eva(as planned), but my father got me tickets to the Gator Bowl which is the next day in JACKSONVILLE! To go to Key West or to Jacksonville with Florida State? This, like so many other things this week, sucks.
For the first time in my life, my parents being divorced is really fucking with my holiday. My step-mother is going up to Jacksonville today to spend Christmas with her son and his four kids(did I mention that I'm an AUNT AGAIN...Reilly was born a week ago) and my Dad can't go with her because he has to be in town for all of the court obligations that happen within the next ten days. The thought of my father alone on Christmas makes me ill. So I asked my Aunt Anne if he could come over for dinner on Christmas Eve(we're celebrating then). Anne was just dandy with the idea, but my mother was less than thrilled. I know that she understands why I had to ask, but it's so very clear that this is the last thing she wanted for Christmas. As Taylor asked, "She gets that he's the better of her two ex-husbands, right?"
"Virginia, we talk a grand total of five times a year and I still count you among my best friends. I like that."