I don't know why we met, the simple truth is always the best.
c'est la vie, what's done is done. and there's somebody for everyone.
i am having one of those summers. one of those summers that, if we exaggerated a bit, pulled at my nights, stretched out the parties, elasticized my days off, i could write a screenplay. one of those coming of age movies. hopefully heartwarming. a little cold. life lessons learned, lasting relationships made. that sort of thing. i mean, it certainly would be a meandering screenplay. very huck finn, a sort of aimless journey. probably would get a C+ review in the Onion. But a screenplay nonetheless.
There's this fantastic rush I get when I am done with work. Not because I am relieved work is over, but because I loved work. Because Micah made me laugh, because Morgan and I flirted. Because I get along with the girls, and Ann likes me even though she could (possibly) be qualified as a bitch, but the wittiest girl I've met in a long long time. Because adorable 31 year old baby-daddy Jay told me that of all the new people, I was the only one he's never heard anything bad about.
Monday night I went and played with the big kids downtown. Jay invited me to go to Mackenzie with them (a bar in downtown mpls), and instead of fretting over my iffy fake id, instead of wussing out, and instead of making some lame ass excuse, I went with them. Jay bought all my drinks, and when i offered to pay, he smiled his perfect half-smile and blushed a little, quietly saying 'don't worry about it...' and turning back around. I was the youngest by 3 or 4 years, and beyond that the oldest was Jay at 31. I mean, I was playing with the big kids.
And the best part was that I didn't feel like a little kid. They treated me like an equal, they laughed at my jokes, included me in their conversation, hugged me goodbye, took me home. In fact it didn't feel like their was really an age gap at all. For all intents and purposes I'm not horribly immature and I'm not exactly wise beyond my years. It would be fairly easy to guess my age. I don't act older by any means, and I don't think I look younger than 20. But this summer, I can almost feel myself growing up. Growing into this lifestyle that is sure to be familiar to me for the next 7 years or so. Through grad school, probably for a few years beyond. I will be serving for a long time, and I know that.
And without a doubt, this is the sweetest job I've ever had. I love the atmosphere, I love the management, I looooove everyone who works there. With the exception of Molly. Who is essentially Melissa, without her token melishaness, aka was a bitch because she's so gorgeous. She is just as pretty, just as self-assured, even talks like Melissa. She reminds me of Melissa in most ways, except the most notable quality of Melissa's - her selfless kindness.
In my free time, I am hanging out with Meggy, Corey, Claire, Emma, Michael. And my coworkers. I am going to the beach and laying out, I am spending time in bookstores and the library. i am reading and walking around Minneapolis. We are drinking at parties and making new friends, like Maria. Brad walks me home, and Geoff texts me constantly. Geoff is going to visit, and I am beyond excited.
I am working out a budget, I am growing up. I am (i swear) becoming more responsible.
This was a very "i-centric" entry.
This summer is wonderful. wonderfulwonderfulwonderful.
i am having one of those summers. one of those summers that, if we exaggerated a bit, pulled at my nights, stretched out the parties, elasticized my days off, i could write a screenplay. one of those coming of age movies. hopefully heartwarming. a little cold. life lessons learned, lasting relationships made. that sort of thing. i mean, it certainly would be a meandering screenplay. very huck finn, a sort of aimless journey. probably would get a C+ review in the Onion. But a screenplay nonetheless.
There's this fantastic rush I get when I am done with work. Not because I am relieved work is over, but because I loved work. Because Micah made me laugh, because Morgan and I flirted. Because I get along with the girls, and Ann likes me even though she could (possibly) be qualified as a bitch, but the wittiest girl I've met in a long long time. Because adorable 31 year old baby-daddy Jay told me that of all the new people, I was the only one he's never heard anything bad about.
Monday night I went and played with the big kids downtown. Jay invited me to go to Mackenzie with them (a bar in downtown mpls), and instead of fretting over my iffy fake id, instead of wussing out, and instead of making some lame ass excuse, I went with them. Jay bought all my drinks, and when i offered to pay, he smiled his perfect half-smile and blushed a little, quietly saying 'don't worry about it...' and turning back around. I was the youngest by 3 or 4 years, and beyond that the oldest was Jay at 31. I mean, I was playing with the big kids.
And the best part was that I didn't feel like a little kid. They treated me like an equal, they laughed at my jokes, included me in their conversation, hugged me goodbye, took me home. In fact it didn't feel like their was really an age gap at all. For all intents and purposes I'm not horribly immature and I'm not exactly wise beyond my years. It would be fairly easy to guess my age. I don't act older by any means, and I don't think I look younger than 20. But this summer, I can almost feel myself growing up. Growing into this lifestyle that is sure to be familiar to me for the next 7 years or so. Through grad school, probably for a few years beyond. I will be serving for a long time, and I know that.
And without a doubt, this is the sweetest job I've ever had. I love the atmosphere, I love the management, I looooove everyone who works there. With the exception of Molly. Who is essentially Melissa, without her token melishaness, aka was a bitch because she's so gorgeous. She is just as pretty, just as self-assured, even talks like Melissa. She reminds me of Melissa in most ways, except the most notable quality of Melissa's - her selfless kindness.
In my free time, I am hanging out with Meggy, Corey, Claire, Emma, Michael. And my coworkers. I am going to the beach and laying out, I am spending time in bookstores and the library. i am reading and walking around Minneapolis. We are drinking at parties and making new friends, like Maria. Brad walks me home, and Geoff texts me constantly. Geoff is going to visit, and I am beyond excited.
I am working out a budget, I am growing up. I am (i swear) becoming more responsible.
This was a very "i-centric" entry.
This summer is wonderful. wonderfulwonderfulwonderful.