"Anybody want a peanut?"
My weekend was interesting, although unexpected. Last night I went down to Western to see Katie for the first time, but took a bit of a detour in Glasgow where we went to see "The Princess Bride" at the very satisfactory Plaza Theater. I'm a big fan of that place. I'm sorry that it took me this long to get to see a movie in that theater.
After the movie, we loitered with Brock and Schuyler in the parking lot, then drove to Bowling Green for some late night Taco Bell, and on to Gilbert Hall...the dorm that Katie calls home. It smelled like college, and the kitchen on her floor made me want to kill myself, but other than that it was lovely. I'm not kidding about the kitchen by the way, I've never seen a room so stark, or sad, or...rusty. It had death written all over it, like it was a set for the next "Final Destination" movie. Katie's room is very...Katie, although it was far more empty than I would have expected. Her room at home never had an inch of empty space...not so at WKU.
This was my first adventure, since...well, let's just say it's been a little while, and it was nice, but...it was hard. Glasgow felt empty, like a stranger to me, like it did back in March, only there wasn't hope in the air like there was on that trip. Driving through that town was like being in an episode of the Twilight Zone...like I was a prodigal child returned home to find that nothing was the same, only everything was the same. The buildings were all still there, and most of the people were there, but there was something odd about everything and everyone. I felt like if I looked behind some of the buildings, I would find out they were just facades, like pieces of a set built for a movie. Like they had been built to create a world, and a moment just for me, and I was never supposed to come back to discover that it wasn't real...to see behind the magic trick, to see the smoke and mirrors, and the wizard behind the curtain pushing buttons and pulling levers. I know that what I found there once upon time was real, but nothing seems benign and friendly when it serves as a painful reminder.
My resistance finally got so low that I think I've caught something. I've felt terrible for about 3 days now, and I have no voice to sing tonight. I haven't been sick in over six months. Yippee.
I'm going to Chicago next weekend. I'm trying to get psyched, but it's hard. Between the week I've had, and the fact that I can't get anyone else excited about our trip, I'm fighting an uphill battle. I'm sure I'll have fun once we're ON the trip. Please pray that this trip would be a safe and PEACEFUL trip, b/c considering the line-up...it could be interesting.
After the movie, we loitered with Brock and Schuyler in the parking lot, then drove to Bowling Green for some late night Taco Bell, and on to Gilbert Hall...the dorm that Katie calls home. It smelled like college, and the kitchen on her floor made me want to kill myself, but other than that it was lovely. I'm not kidding about the kitchen by the way, I've never seen a room so stark, or sad, or...rusty. It had death written all over it, like it was a set for the next "Final Destination" movie. Katie's room is very...Katie, although it was far more empty than I would have expected. Her room at home never had an inch of empty space...not so at WKU.
This was my first adventure, since...well, let's just say it's been a little while, and it was nice, but...it was hard. Glasgow felt empty, like a stranger to me, like it did back in March, only there wasn't hope in the air like there was on that trip. Driving through that town was like being in an episode of the Twilight Zone...like I was a prodigal child returned home to find that nothing was the same, only everything was the same. The buildings were all still there, and most of the people were there, but there was something odd about everything and everyone. I felt like if I looked behind some of the buildings, I would find out they were just facades, like pieces of a set built for a movie. Like they had been built to create a world, and a moment just for me, and I was never supposed to come back to discover that it wasn't real...to see behind the magic trick, to see the smoke and mirrors, and the wizard behind the curtain pushing buttons and pulling levers. I know that what I found there once upon time was real, but nothing seems benign and friendly when it serves as a painful reminder.
My resistance finally got so low that I think I've caught something. I've felt terrible for about 3 days now, and I have no voice to sing tonight. I haven't been sick in over six months. Yippee.
I'm going to Chicago next weekend. I'm trying to get psyched, but it's hard. Between the week I've had, and the fact that I can't get anyone else excited about our trip, I'm fighting an uphill battle. I'm sure I'll have fun once we're ON the trip. Please pray that this trip would be a safe and PEACEFUL trip, b/c considering the line-up...it could be interesting.