ever had one of those nights when you know it'll be the one that you'll remember forever?...
skipped work today.
haha. good way to start things out, i think. i woke up, dragged myself out of bed, came over to the computer to see what everyone was up to...read kramer's away message, which said something about toying with the idea of skipping work, and then going anyway. thought "tim kearney is a GENIUS!" and crawled back into bed.
6 hours later emily bibb came over and we talked for about a half an hour (looked at the gideon yago picture...she hadn't seen it yet!) before rosie daly came over. we got in her car--em called shottie--and drove to east providence to pick beth up. we transferred cars (rosie got shotgun this time) and headed back into the city.
after a few minor traffic jams, we found ourselves at providence place mall, trying to find a parking space. we battled our way down the escalators and out onto the street.
MFC was already playing polished and poisoned, my favorite of their newer songs. we got into station park--narrowly avoided being attacked by random vegans--and fought our way halfway to the front.
i can't explain how weirdly happy i was to see kurt, mike, steve, ryan, justin and andrew on stage again in front of their home crowd. if there were ever 6 kids i could depend on to never change, they were them. we caught, i think, 4 and a half songs, got a little rained on, ran into some random people and avoided some others. one girl we ran into felt the need to remind me that MFC had played at our high school the year after i graduated. "but you weren't there," she added. and i got to do that ironic little laugh and tell her that actually, yeah, i was. that's where i met andrew! and now we're really good friends. this is the first time i've seen him since he's been back from tour...the EG in me came out and it was really cool to be able to tell someone new about these boys i'm so proud of.
their set was really good and i think rosie really enjoyed them, which always makes me happy. i love introducing new people to good music. when they were done, we headed over to the merch table--being run by, no kidding, jamie...and a midget--ran into brad which was neat, almost ran into matt which wasn't, and finally ran into andrew. he's got a few new freckles on his cheeks but still looks like the dork who left on tour a month and a half ago, and the funny thing is, i've spent the last few days contemplating over how long it's been since i saw him, but the second we made eye contact it was like no time had passed. we hugged, talked for a minute, and then he got that look and said "guess what! my parents are here!" pause, pause. "wanna meet 'em?!"
mrs. borstein is one of the nicest ladies i've ever met. more of a mom than me--she had 2 bottles of cold water all ready for andrew to take, and a towel for him to de-sweat with. we talked about school (he told her i got him through math...i corrected him and told her how smart her son is and what a good job she's done with him), and shows, and random things about andrew. apparently he's taking the semester off, which i didn't know. i hope that works out for him, but i'll be sad not seeing him randomly around campus. i hope the band goes somewhere as a result of whatever he has up next. or that he gets where he wants to go. i really do love that kid.
anyway.
said a quick hi to stephen, nodded to dwarfy mike, and re-introduced myself to kurt. gave ryan a hug and said "word on the street is, you know gideon yago?" and got a really funny reaction. conspired with justin and totally freaked out big gay tom by grabbing his ass and running away (i got caught--he didn't). narrowly avoided matt again. headed into the mall with the girls--but not before making plans with andrew to go to mike's show next weekend together. i hope that works out. i really want him to get a chance to see what my friends are like instead of me always being lumped in with his.
mall chinese food and one validated parking pass later, we were back on the road, getting totally lost and finally ending up at the colombus on broadway in federal hill. we were there to see the premier of Garden State, written, directed and acted by zack braff, the guy who plays the lead in scrubs. i can't say enough good things about it. i think i'm going to have to sit down for a while and think about it to figure out what it was all about, get my hands on the soundtrack, and definitely see it again. i can't wait to own it. i'm buying it as soon as it comes out. we got out around 10:20 and walked to beth's car in the rain. jumped in puddles. took our time. talked about rainstorms. we got soaked, but no one cared...i think we were all happy about it, actually.
but none of that's it. the reason, i mean, that i'm writing this. sure, the concert was so fun and seeing 6 of my favorite boys on the planet for the first time was so great and the movie was fantastic. but the reason i sat down to write this as soon as i got home is this: the ride home.
it started pouring, much like the other night at mike's show, when we were on the highway, driving to get rosie's car. beth put howie day on the stereo and no one talked. and i started thinking about the past year and everyone i've met and all of the things i did and how many times i just wanted it to be over and how badly i wanted to turn back when i was getting on that plane to montana and walk, if i had to, all the way back to kurt's. and when we got to citadel, beth changed the CD and put another one in, and konstantine by something corporate started playing. it was raining off and on and i just started thinking about all of the friends i've ever had. people just kept popping into my head--ashley arnold and katelin wendel and chelsea couch and kim fish and maggie brown and steve langlois and sandy macgreagor and ricky moore and kim lord--and moments--the night mike brown came to shattered lives, the time sam fox kissed me, jumping in puddles with miranda and mattie, sitting in the airport in detroit with kristen, meeting sara cox for the first time, josh lamothe offering me french fries backstage, meeting andrew in the lightbooth--and i barely even noticed when the song ended because all of these memories kept flooding back. going swimming at URI with miranda and the langlois twins. so many years of Y camp. the afternoon tim hayward and i paddled to the middle of narrow river and took a nap in the canoe. this one face craig made once at a lacrosse game which is how i always picture him when he pops into my head. sleeping in the 432 every night kramer went to se melissa. theatre classes and swim team, summer after 8th grade. the notebook. videotaping SKpades with matteson and james. kurt's sweatshirt. sasha making larry laugh until he cried trying to "suggestive sell" one morning at work. the newport film festival field trip sophomore year. moving that stupid tree with maggie. halloween at michael's. damon making scrambled eggs in my kitchen the morning after the first night i ever spent home alone. junior prom. lying in the soccar field with kurt during hits n' misses and staring at the stars. walking one step ahead of mike the whole way to work because i was so mad at him i could barely see straight. stacy re-enacting the OC for me and beth the night i went to boston in december. the face shawn mcgill would make just before saying something he knew would make me yell. adam and michael calling me at 4 in the morning to sing wonderwall. the first time i ever heard something corporate. meeting mark depot. the night janna and i talked until 6 a.m. saying good-bye to CJ the night i left montana. the writing on the emergency call box at keene state college outside of the dorm sara cox lived in her freshman year. watching mad about you with kramer until 2 a.m. jeff collins, the way he was in junior high. the first night paul ericson came over to my house and how it was snowing when he left. betsy running into my room in her towel to ask me about the note she wrote stacey about the toilet in their bathroom. bess eaton wednesdays with chris fossa. climbing the bluffs on block island with steve langlois. a pair of earrings ashley arnold gave me in eigth grade as a pact that we would be best friends always. the way leah, a girl i met in the hospital when i was diagnosed with diabetes, was when they let her bloodsugar get low--so angry and awful; she was so mean to me it made me cry, and her mom french braided my hair to make me feel better. the first time alexa came home from saudi arabia to visit...that was the first time i ever met kyla masciarelli. so many after-school talks with jeffrey taber. the way becka smith's house smelled. the way james erni buried his face into my shoulder and cried the night he and nadine got into that accident out by newport creamery. working sunday afternoon shifts with hillary. all of the morning car rides to babcock middle school with kramer, listening to blink182 and yellowcard. chasing geese across the soccar field with danielle towne. anger shopping with stacey. the first talk i ever had with kristen wilkos. superbowl sunday 2003. meeting benji madden, brian ireland, andrew macmahon. fuming with my eyes shut on rich's loveseat at 4 in the morning and plotting to kill everyone in the room who wouldn't shut up. checking my mail every single day of second semester, hoping for letters from kurt. talking to quinton for hours. walking to bess eaton with christopher simpson.
i don't even know what else to write. there are so many more memories but i just don't think anyone cares. i don't know how to explain what all of those memories meant to me. it rained on and off and beth changed the songs just perfectly and i was just so happy to be me for the entire ride home.
i'm going to bed. hope everyone had as lovely an evening as i did.
i love my friends.
love,
s*
haha. good way to start things out, i think. i woke up, dragged myself out of bed, came over to the computer to see what everyone was up to...read kramer's away message, which said something about toying with the idea of skipping work, and then going anyway. thought "tim kearney is a GENIUS!" and crawled back into bed.
6 hours later emily bibb came over and we talked for about a half an hour (looked at the gideon yago picture...she hadn't seen it yet!) before rosie daly came over. we got in her car--em called shottie--and drove to east providence to pick beth up. we transferred cars (rosie got shotgun this time) and headed back into the city.
after a few minor traffic jams, we found ourselves at providence place mall, trying to find a parking space. we battled our way down the escalators and out onto the street.
MFC was already playing polished and poisoned, my favorite of their newer songs. we got into station park--narrowly avoided being attacked by random vegans--and fought our way halfway to the front.
i can't explain how weirdly happy i was to see kurt, mike, steve, ryan, justin and andrew on stage again in front of their home crowd. if there were ever 6 kids i could depend on to never change, they were them. we caught, i think, 4 and a half songs, got a little rained on, ran into some random people and avoided some others. one girl we ran into felt the need to remind me that MFC had played at our high school the year after i graduated. "but you weren't there," she added. and i got to do that ironic little laugh and tell her that actually, yeah, i was. that's where i met andrew! and now we're really good friends. this is the first time i've seen him since he's been back from tour...the EG in me came out and it was really cool to be able to tell someone new about these boys i'm so proud of.
their set was really good and i think rosie really enjoyed them, which always makes me happy. i love introducing new people to good music. when they were done, we headed over to the merch table--being run by, no kidding, jamie...and a midget--ran into brad which was neat, almost ran into matt which wasn't, and finally ran into andrew. he's got a few new freckles on his cheeks but still looks like the dork who left on tour a month and a half ago, and the funny thing is, i've spent the last few days contemplating over how long it's been since i saw him, but the second we made eye contact it was like no time had passed. we hugged, talked for a minute, and then he got that look and said "guess what! my parents are here!" pause, pause. "wanna meet 'em?!"
mrs. borstein is one of the nicest ladies i've ever met. more of a mom than me--she had 2 bottles of cold water all ready for andrew to take, and a towel for him to de-sweat with. we talked about school (he told her i got him through math...i corrected him and told her how smart her son is and what a good job she's done with him), and shows, and random things about andrew. apparently he's taking the semester off, which i didn't know. i hope that works out for him, but i'll be sad not seeing him randomly around campus. i hope the band goes somewhere as a result of whatever he has up next. or that he gets where he wants to go. i really do love that kid.
anyway.
said a quick hi to stephen, nodded to dwarfy mike, and re-introduced myself to kurt. gave ryan a hug and said "word on the street is, you know gideon yago?" and got a really funny reaction. conspired with justin and totally freaked out big gay tom by grabbing his ass and running away (i got caught--he didn't). narrowly avoided matt again. headed into the mall with the girls--but not before making plans with andrew to go to mike's show next weekend together. i hope that works out. i really want him to get a chance to see what my friends are like instead of me always being lumped in with his.
mall chinese food and one validated parking pass later, we were back on the road, getting totally lost and finally ending up at the colombus on broadway in federal hill. we were there to see the premier of Garden State, written, directed and acted by zack braff, the guy who plays the lead in scrubs. i can't say enough good things about it. i think i'm going to have to sit down for a while and think about it to figure out what it was all about, get my hands on the soundtrack, and definitely see it again. i can't wait to own it. i'm buying it as soon as it comes out. we got out around 10:20 and walked to beth's car in the rain. jumped in puddles. took our time. talked about rainstorms. we got soaked, but no one cared...i think we were all happy about it, actually.
but none of that's it. the reason, i mean, that i'm writing this. sure, the concert was so fun and seeing 6 of my favorite boys on the planet for the first time was so great and the movie was fantastic. but the reason i sat down to write this as soon as i got home is this: the ride home.
it started pouring, much like the other night at mike's show, when we were on the highway, driving to get rosie's car. beth put howie day on the stereo and no one talked. and i started thinking about the past year and everyone i've met and all of the things i did and how many times i just wanted it to be over and how badly i wanted to turn back when i was getting on that plane to montana and walk, if i had to, all the way back to kurt's. and when we got to citadel, beth changed the CD and put another one in, and konstantine by something corporate started playing. it was raining off and on and i just started thinking about all of the friends i've ever had. people just kept popping into my head--ashley arnold and katelin wendel and chelsea couch and kim fish and maggie brown and steve langlois and sandy macgreagor and ricky moore and kim lord--and moments--the night mike brown came to shattered lives, the time sam fox kissed me, jumping in puddles with miranda and mattie, sitting in the airport in detroit with kristen, meeting sara cox for the first time, josh lamothe offering me french fries backstage, meeting andrew in the lightbooth--and i barely even noticed when the song ended because all of these memories kept flooding back. going swimming at URI with miranda and the langlois twins. so many years of Y camp. the afternoon tim hayward and i paddled to the middle of narrow river and took a nap in the canoe. this one face craig made once at a lacrosse game which is how i always picture him when he pops into my head. sleeping in the 432 every night kramer went to se melissa. theatre classes and swim team, summer after 8th grade. the notebook. videotaping SKpades with matteson and james. kurt's sweatshirt. sasha making larry laugh until he cried trying to "suggestive sell" one morning at work. the newport film festival field trip sophomore year. moving that stupid tree with maggie. halloween at michael's. damon making scrambled eggs in my kitchen the morning after the first night i ever spent home alone. junior prom. lying in the soccar field with kurt during hits n' misses and staring at the stars. walking one step ahead of mike the whole way to work because i was so mad at him i could barely see straight. stacy re-enacting the OC for me and beth the night i went to boston in december. the face shawn mcgill would make just before saying something he knew would make me yell. adam and michael calling me at 4 in the morning to sing wonderwall. the first time i ever heard something corporate. meeting mark depot. the night janna and i talked until 6 a.m. saying good-bye to CJ the night i left montana. the writing on the emergency call box at keene state college outside of the dorm sara cox lived in her freshman year. watching mad about you with kramer until 2 a.m. jeff collins, the way he was in junior high. the first night paul ericson came over to my house and how it was snowing when he left. betsy running into my room in her towel to ask me about the note she wrote stacey about the toilet in their bathroom. bess eaton wednesdays with chris fossa. climbing the bluffs on block island with steve langlois. a pair of earrings ashley arnold gave me in eigth grade as a pact that we would be best friends always. the way leah, a girl i met in the hospital when i was diagnosed with diabetes, was when they let her bloodsugar get low--so angry and awful; she was so mean to me it made me cry, and her mom french braided my hair to make me feel better. the first time alexa came home from saudi arabia to visit...that was the first time i ever met kyla masciarelli. so many after-school talks with jeffrey taber. the way becka smith's house smelled. the way james erni buried his face into my shoulder and cried the night he and nadine got into that accident out by newport creamery. working sunday afternoon shifts with hillary. all of the morning car rides to babcock middle school with kramer, listening to blink182 and yellowcard. chasing geese across the soccar field with danielle towne. anger shopping with stacey. the first talk i ever had with kristen wilkos. superbowl sunday 2003. meeting benji madden, brian ireland, andrew macmahon. fuming with my eyes shut on rich's loveseat at 4 in the morning and plotting to kill everyone in the room who wouldn't shut up. checking my mail every single day of second semester, hoping for letters from kurt. talking to quinton for hours. walking to bess eaton with christopher simpson.
i don't even know what else to write. there are so many more memories but i just don't think anyone cares. i don't know how to explain what all of those memories meant to me. it rained on and off and beth changed the songs just perfectly and i was just so happy to be me for the entire ride home.
i'm going to bed. hope everyone had as lovely an evening as i did.
i love my friends.
love,
s*