The Polarity of Normality
May 29th, 2006. Days after wild weekends are always fraught with the most horrible hangover, save today. This morning was normal. I liked it that way. Keri's gone off to the Coast Guard, Heather and Chris are days away from moving out of town, and times are changing right before all of us. I'm still not better yet, and I dont think normal is what Im supposed to be feeling. It's getting to the point where maybe I'm supposed to move on. And that I am.
Tomorrow's coming fast. It always does. But enough about tomorrow. No worrying about something that may yet come to be was never my style anyway. Tomorrow takes care of itself, especially if you're willing to take care of the much more difficult and demanding today. Everything has a nice way of falling into place, even if it isn't your way. The universe is fun that way. I'm guessing someone somewhere is trying to break it down with a slide rule, scientific calculator, and a whole lot of pencils. Either that or it's the lot tossing around chicken bones, glyphs, and circles of blood. No matter really...whatevers going to happen because it can or cannot happen for no reason or any reason at all or nothing. Yeah, our universe just plain loves that. Random...were all random.
On to much more solid and less sublime things, like the big going away party that was on Saturday night, though every part of me felt like it was Sunday (my new sleeping cycle is probably responsible, playing havoc with my perceptions and all). I think everyone there had a great time, especially Keri and Heather. Keri wore her hooker boots, which suited me just fine...yay for naughty knee highs. So 60's but so sexy on any lady. Super Jenn knew how to throw a proper party, as I bounced from more or less everyone there. Everyone sort of knew everyone else, if not by name, but by face or reputation. Super Dave even showed up, which was cool...and I spent a lot of time talking to Daniel, Annie, and Kyle, who welcomed me to a few (understatement) shots of Disaronno. Good stuff. Warm, pleasant, and not the Greek Fire that a shot of Bacardi 151 undoubtedly is.
Some folks asked me about whether or not I was back to being the usual me. But I deftly dodged it all with my usual "I'll explain later" response. I'll talk, but not today. My brain's still off center regarding everything. Almost better, but that could be a lie to myself to move things along. Better to say, it's going along.
The party ran really late, and I rightfully dont remember much about how I woke up on the living room floor (I rolled off the couch, it appeared), but it was surprisingly comfortable. Fun had by all. I wondered if this was what fun was supposed to be. The whole of Sunday was spent in bed. My kind of recovery day.
Sunday night, however, was a completely different animal. I decided that going downtown seemed like the thing to do, so off I was...into some serious traffic! Memorial Day crowds were out everywhere, and it was a minor miracle that I got a brilliant parking spot off of my usual Jefferson Street.
The entry line for Independent Bar was ridiculously long...lots of unfamiliar faces, which I could only assume were the just newly minted high school grads, the Thursday night emo kids, and various other curious masses. I let Clara cut in line to my spot, and in we were.
I spent much of the night running around the large crowds, and ran into Jenn and Keri, who gave me back my dog tags, which I apparently took off before I slept the night before. I finally found a nice corner with Jose, Tim, and Jud, so life was good and I could enjoy a cig without burning someone accidentally.
Near the end of the night I spent talking to Amanda, Gian, and Steff for a bit about tattoos and other such doings. Oz and I talked a whole lot about the DaVinci Code, and about the Knights Templar, which was very interesting indeed. Amanda and I talked about etiquette and thats all gone to hell, and about her display name of her MySpace, and what it meant. After that I bid farewell to Keri (gonna miss that girl) and Super Jenn, and off I was back home. Not the most spectacular of nights, thanks to the ridiculous overcrowding, but it was a good night nonetheless. Everyone seemed to have a good time. Note to self: don't go out on the eve of Memorial Day. I had no idea it would be that crazy. I didn't even get into everyone else who I saw...it was a lot of people, all at once.
Whenever I get back from my 2 week sabbatical while I play Army...thing's should get back to some kind of normality. I know what I have to do, plans abound, thoughts floating around in the craziest places, but I know what I have to do. When I get back into town, I won't be around for long. First stop: Miami. Got to see Gina, havent done that in a while, plus it helps that it'll be Summer full on. Next after that: Seoul, South Korea, to see Keary, Olga, and my favorite niece Aubry. Might be gone for a long time on that trip, depending on my mood. Then, it's decision time, and everything will either change very little, or change a whole lot. Flip a coin. That's all I can reveal for now.
So, yes, normality, need a toast for that. Although it would help if we all knew what the hell normality meant in the first place.