Don't Judge Me
"Wine is proof that God loves us." --Benjamin Franklin
I love spending time with my friends. I'm fortunate to have friends that allow me to be. I don't have to go out of my way to be friendly, I don't have to ask them tons of questions, conversation flows well, we're comfortable around each other when it's silent, I can curl up on the couch and fall asleep if I want. They allow me to be. I've decided that the best friends to have are ones that act as if no time has passed since the last time you saw each other. Sure you'll catch up on basic information, but your interactions aren't awkward, and neither of you harass each other about not keeping in touch. So if you see each other every week and suddenly a few months go by, it's no big deal. You know they still love you, you still love them, and everything's good.
Clintus and I went to St.VM to see Alice in Wonderland last night. The last time I saw him was June, but we didn't talk much. I can't remember the last time we really sat down and talked. Probably sometime after the car show came in town, and only because I was mad at him. He watched the last 15ish minutes of House with me, even though he'd already seen it. I got to see his new tat (which I love), asked him questions about his life and family, and caught him up on my life and family. The play started a half hour later than I thought, so we ended up hanging out in St.V's cafeteria for awhile. Every time I go back to that school they've done something new to it. It's strange and makes me feel old. The show was well done. The acting, costumes, and set were amazing. The play itself is odd; I felt like I should have been high while watching it. I mean, the guy was high when he wrote the book, so I suppose it would make much more sense to me if I was high while watching it. I'm just saying. After the show we said hi to my mom who was quite happy to see him. Naturally she invited him to Thanksgiving and was very disappointed when he said no. My mom cracks me up. (Sidenote: she really does want more people to be there, so the invitation still stands. Feel free to come to my house for Thanksgiving. My fam would love to have you.)
After the show we went to Sakura. Earlier in the day I decided I wanted sushi, but I'm not really sure why. I've only had it one time before that, and all I knew was that I didn't hate it. But, I knew he'd be up for it, and it seems like something you have to really convince people to do, so I figured I should take my opportunity while I had it. He gave me a few suggestions when I ordered. I ended up getting 2 things of Crab sushi and the New York Roll. They were pretty good. Once you get used to the texture you're fine. Although, I must say, I felt quite unladylike eating. The rolls and sushi were pretty big. It's kinda impossible to take small bites out of the rolls. Clintus asked me a question as I was in the middle of my first one, and I couldn't respond. Eventually I got out, "It's so big." (That's what she said.) It was quite amusing. I was really proud of myself; I used chopsticks the whole time. I still haven't completely mastered the art of chopsticks, but I feel a little more comfortable with them. I'd definitely have sushi again, but it probably won't be something I crave. But I certainly won't give people weird looks when they ask me if I want any.
I sent him home with a stack of books. He told me he'd run out of things to read, so I figured I'd give him some new stuff. Hopefully he likes them. But if he doesn't oh well. He gave me a book he loved and I just could not bring myself to like it. I didn't hate it, cause if I hated it I would have put it down. But the storyline didn't draw me in. The only reason I kept reading it was cause he told me to. So we'll see what he thinks of my books. We have a mutual love for some books, but as a general rule we don't necessarily like the same stuff. I think he'll like a few of them, though.
It doesn't matter how long it's been since we've seen each other, we still read each other well. He knows my looks really well; I know his looks well. I know when it's pointless to try to argue something; I know when we're about to get into a good discussion because he thinks I'm being stupid. I will always get mad at him when he asks me if I'm lying; he'll still do it just to piss me off. I still say pretty idiotic things around him; he still looks at me like I'm crazy. I will always worry about him; he will always tell me that he's got everything under control. I will always value his opinion and trust him. I will always love him.
I love spending time with my friends. I'm fortunate to have friends that allow me to be. I don't have to go out of my way to be friendly, I don't have to ask them tons of questions, conversation flows well, we're comfortable around each other when it's silent, I can curl up on the couch and fall asleep if I want. They allow me to be. I've decided that the best friends to have are ones that act as if no time has passed since the last time you saw each other. Sure you'll catch up on basic information, but your interactions aren't awkward, and neither of you harass each other about not keeping in touch. So if you see each other every week and suddenly a few months go by, it's no big deal. You know they still love you, you still love them, and everything's good.
Clintus and I went to St.VM to see Alice in Wonderland last night. The last time I saw him was June, but we didn't talk much. I can't remember the last time we really sat down and talked. Probably sometime after the car show came in town, and only because I was mad at him. He watched the last 15ish minutes of House with me, even though he'd already seen it. I got to see his new tat (which I love), asked him questions about his life and family, and caught him up on my life and family. The play started a half hour later than I thought, so we ended up hanging out in St.V's cafeteria for awhile. Every time I go back to that school they've done something new to it. It's strange and makes me feel old. The show was well done. The acting, costumes, and set were amazing. The play itself is odd; I felt like I should have been high while watching it. I mean, the guy was high when he wrote the book, so I suppose it would make much more sense to me if I was high while watching it. I'm just saying. After the show we said hi to my mom who was quite happy to see him. Naturally she invited him to Thanksgiving and was very disappointed when he said no. My mom cracks me up. (Sidenote: she really does want more people to be there, so the invitation still stands. Feel free to come to my house for Thanksgiving. My fam would love to have you.)
After the show we went to Sakura. Earlier in the day I decided I wanted sushi, but I'm not really sure why. I've only had it one time before that, and all I knew was that I didn't hate it. But, I knew he'd be up for it, and it seems like something you have to really convince people to do, so I figured I should take my opportunity while I had it. He gave me a few suggestions when I ordered. I ended up getting 2 things of Crab sushi and the New York Roll. They were pretty good. Once you get used to the texture you're fine. Although, I must say, I felt quite unladylike eating. The rolls and sushi were pretty big. It's kinda impossible to take small bites out of the rolls. Clintus asked me a question as I was in the middle of my first one, and I couldn't respond. Eventually I got out, "It's so big." (That's what she said.) It was quite amusing. I was really proud of myself; I used chopsticks the whole time. I still haven't completely mastered the art of chopsticks, but I feel a little more comfortable with them. I'd definitely have sushi again, but it probably won't be something I crave. But I certainly won't give people weird looks when they ask me if I want any.
I sent him home with a stack of books. He told me he'd run out of things to read, so I figured I'd give him some new stuff. Hopefully he likes them. But if he doesn't oh well. He gave me a book he loved and I just could not bring myself to like it. I didn't hate it, cause if I hated it I would have put it down. But the storyline didn't draw me in. The only reason I kept reading it was cause he told me to. So we'll see what he thinks of my books. We have a mutual love for some books, but as a general rule we don't necessarily like the same stuff. I think he'll like a few of them, though.
It doesn't matter how long it's been since we've seen each other, we still read each other well. He knows my looks really well; I know his looks well. I know when it's pointless to try to argue something; I know when we're about to get into a good discussion because he thinks I'm being stupid. I will always get mad at him when he asks me if I'm lying; he'll still do it just to piss me off. I still say pretty idiotic things around him; he still looks at me like I'm crazy. I will always worry about him; he will always tell me that he's got everything under control. I will always value his opinion and trust him. I will always love him.