Life with Kenny
Where do I being?
Oh yeah, Kenny called me tonight around 8 or so to say that he was in "my neck of the woods" and he wanted to stop by and see me. Sure, I said. Come on by. Kenny showed up a few minutes later and we hung out at my apartment for half an hour or so and caught up on our summers/jobs/significant others etc. Then we decided that since we just don't see each other much anymore we wanted to "do something" tonight. When Kenny and I get together, "doing something" could be anything from running to the seven eleven for slurpies to driving to the Bronx for White Castle burgers and everything in between. We go into his car and headed for Allston to find Malina, one of his current roommates, who wanted to hang with us too. We all went to a bar in Allston, watched the Red Sox lose and just talked. It was nice. After that (around 11ish) Malina turned in for the night (give her a break, she works allday long like a real grown up person) and Kenny and I decided it would be fun to just get on the T and go inbound. Maybe catch a movie. The T on a Friday night at that hour does not move in a speedy fashion. We got to the Loews Cineplex on the Boston Common at quarter to midnight. Lucky for us there was an 11:55 showing of Wedding Crashers. Great flick. Go see it. However, the movie ended at 2. In Boston (where the bars all close at 2) the T stops running at 1. Yipee. By the time we got cash and found an empty taxi it was 2:30. Once we got back to Kenny's apartment in Allston he still needed to drive me back to Waltham. Needless to say it's now quarter past 3 in the morning. Kenny really brings out the night owl in me.
Kenny was a great college roommate and remains to this day a wonderful friend. I love hanging out with him. It's always fun and adventurous. But it's hard because he still lives with a certain person I can't see or deal with. In a sad sort of way Kenny belongs to my past, I'm just not part of that world anymore. I miss him a lot. And I know we're still friends and see each other occasionally, but it's really not the same. My life is different now. It's so much better, brighter and happier. I know this is right, this is where I'm meant to be. But I miss my old world sometimes.
I guess you can't have your cake and eat it too.
Oh yeah, Kenny called me tonight around 8 or so to say that he was in "my neck of the woods" and he wanted to stop by and see me. Sure, I said. Come on by. Kenny showed up a few minutes later and we hung out at my apartment for half an hour or so and caught up on our summers/jobs/significant others etc. Then we decided that since we just don't see each other much anymore we wanted to "do something" tonight. When Kenny and I get together, "doing something" could be anything from running to the seven eleven for slurpies to driving to the Bronx for White Castle burgers and everything in between. We go into his car and headed for Allston to find Malina, one of his current roommates, who wanted to hang with us too. We all went to a bar in Allston, watched the Red Sox lose and just talked. It was nice. After that (around 11ish) Malina turned in for the night (give her a break, she works allday long like a real grown up person) and Kenny and I decided it would be fun to just get on the T and go inbound. Maybe catch a movie. The T on a Friday night at that hour does not move in a speedy fashion. We got to the Loews Cineplex on the Boston Common at quarter to midnight. Lucky for us there was an 11:55 showing of Wedding Crashers. Great flick. Go see it. However, the movie ended at 2. In Boston (where the bars all close at 2) the T stops running at 1. Yipee. By the time we got cash and found an empty taxi it was 2:30. Once we got back to Kenny's apartment in Allston he still needed to drive me back to Waltham. Needless to say it's now quarter past 3 in the morning. Kenny really brings out the night owl in me.
Kenny was a great college roommate and remains to this day a wonderful friend. I love hanging out with him. It's always fun and adventurous. But it's hard because he still lives with a certain person I can't see or deal with. In a sad sort of way Kenny belongs to my past, I'm just not part of that world anymore. I miss him a lot. And I know we're still friends and see each other occasionally, but it's really not the same. My life is different now. It's so much better, brighter and happier. I know this is right, this is where I'm meant to be. But I miss my old world sometimes.
I guess you can't have your cake and eat it too.