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When a detail to an insignificant event emerges it is always interesting.
I was thinking about how, when I smoked weed all the time years back, I would often break or spill things by forgetting I was holding them. Usually right after smoking, when I was lost in thought or staring at something made pretty by my mindstate.
I thought of this and remembered an old bowl I used to have. It was weird and long, and given to me by this guy Ian I had been seeing for a few months in late 09/early 2010. Ian also gave me a first pressing of Ella Fitzgerald's "Like Someone in Love." I have it hanging on my wall, even though I don't look back on that time with much fondness. He wasn't a bad guy, but I didn't feel as strongly for him as he did for me and those gifts made me see that. But this isn't about gifts from estranged lovers, it's about me doing stupid shit!
So this odd bowl and I were enjoying each other's company on a sunny afternoon in May of 2010 (Ian and I having parted around two or three months prior) and I had this piece on my lap. I smoked, got caught up in the pretty way the sunlight was filtering through the newly-greened trees in the backyard, and then stood up without thinking, sending the little glass token of affection careening to an untimely and shattery demise.
Such is life.
The weird thing to me is that I remember this moment quite vividly. It was the day of my friend Danyel's fancy 25th birthday party. She rented out a room at a local bar/restaurant and had us all wear black (it was actually a requirement on the invites) so she could be the only one in a stunning and form-fitting red dress. Via text this probably sounds like a diva move, but honestly, Danyel is a very genuine person. We griped to her about it jokingly and would make fun of her for it for years, but really she threw a party with an open bar and great friends so she can wear what she pleases.
Anyway, I had time to kill before walking to Danyels for pregaming so I got dressed in my fancy black duds and smoked, then broke the bowl and headed to a night of celebration in near-monotone.
I just find it amusing this memory from three years ago is still so clear and detailed as if it was happening right before my eyes.