The Eskimo goes beach side
Back Track: Nov. 20th
Thursday morning I find myself playing hooky to drive to Newport. Any sign of guilt seems to wash away when I catch sight of the ocean. It’s my best friend’s 20th birthday and what a gift it is to live only a few houses down from the beach. I get there an hour early and end up waiting around on the beach for Jena to get back. It felt so liberating to stand there with nothing but the sky, the sand, and the ocean spread out before me. Riverside has blunted my vision with its bland scenery, so I enjoyed every minute of breathing in this bit of placid beauty. I walk by a vacant life guard tower and can’t help but envision two couples, sharing a moment in the secrecy of the dark night. Suddenly I feel a bit nostalgic for that jittery thrill of holding hands and being with someone, but it all seems to dissipate as I watch the tide pull back out into the ocean. I scrawl messages into the sand in hopes to reach out to those that I have let slip through my fingers, but it is too late. Suddenly the elusive scenery before me unfolds and as the waves wash over the words, I am left with only a mirage of my past. I am learning how to let go and its about time, because all the things I’ve let haunt my past and present have stunted my ability to progress in life. Anyhow, speaking of movin’ on…I’ll fast forward to details on the party itself.
The night was pretty chill. It was just a bunch of people mingling with cups of alcohol in their hands. I decided to ditch the protocols of parties and stayed sober the whole night , ‘sides I had to drive back that night. The birthday girl herself was busy being the social butterfly that she is. Standing next to her, the differences in our demeanor and physicality’s are blatantly noticeable. Her, with her streaked hair and overt outgoing/peppy personality. Me, with my dark hair and subtle humor. It’s almost amazing how we managed to become such close friends. I’ve realized the differences between us, is what balances the two of us out. Her frank outgoing nature lures out that carefree side of me, and I on the other hand help to sedate her somewhat wild side. Anyhow, Happy [belated] birfday to Jena, my best friend. At first glance we may come off as total strangers from two different worlds, but it’s amazing how well we’ve come to know each other. So Happy Happy birfday to you, you’ve contributed a bit of your colorful personality into my life (although I won’t allow the same colorful attributes into my wardrobe haha, I am sticking with the conventional black and white colors…oh yeh, and pink and red). I love you woman!
I am here for yah, like your “Fairy God Mother” as you stated that night on your birthday haha. The truth comes out when your drunk.
Elusive as I may be, There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to help out my best friend(s). I am here, always.
Picture L-R: Me and old high school/ chemistry class buddy, Kirk.
Me and Jena…and some drunk guy lingering behind me.