SO GOOD TO SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN, SIR.
I meant what I said, let’s not be strangers. If you usually work Wednesdays perhaps I can find a way to pop on in on the regular. I want to be better about making time for people that I care about.
Also. Sometimes my current group of friends don’t leave me feeling very good about myself and therefore I want to surround myself with people who do.
With that out of the way,
I’m swimming with all my slippery beginnings
White linen, sheet twisting
Limbs clenched so hard, mouth so resistant
Holy schomely. Had one of those weekends where I need a weekend to recover from my weekend. On Thursday, (here’s working on expanding my friend group) I took advantage of not having to work on Friday (and thus be in bed by 9 pm) and went out for a drink with my my friend Darren.
It’s pretty apparent I need to stress to Darren that I am only interested in friendship, but I imagine I’ll cross that bridge next time. Regardless, we had an interesting chat and I got to see some of the characters of the neighborhood, always a hoot. On my walk home I stopped in the hockey bar and it looks like I’m going to start (attempting) to learn how to skate in October… Eep!
Did you ever say oh no
Did you ever say no
On Friday I went for a run and then I drove down to Portland. The entire time in my head I thought, “Why the fuck am I doing this? I should save the gas money. I am so tired. Why am I going to this show alone.”
Then with note one and Samuel T. Herring dancing onto stage the way he does it was absolutely the one place I needed to be. While I might have been one of the oldest ones in the room for once I wasn’t the shortest. I don’t know what stars aligned, but I had the perfect vantage to watch the whole band, and the biggest shit eating grin on my face for the entire show. Fucking Future Islands, nailed it. So good. So genuine.
Magellan I danced like a fool and it was the best thing ever.
It was also incredible to catch up with my friend Amy. Life is very strange how you double back and cross paths with people you used to know. Her son is now a junior in high school. I knew this kid when he was 7 and adorable. Now he’s nearly a man. Crazy.
On the way back I used Google Maps to navigate. Usually, once I get to where I know I am I turn off navigation. For some reason I kept it on. There was a crash which forced traffic to a crawl and when Google suggested I take an exit I figured, “What the hell?”
Best decision ever. I felt like I was cheating. I pulled over on the off ramp, went straight for about half a mile, crossed a road and then reentered the freeway bi-passing the entire accident and slowdown. Woot! I could see the cars the whole time, sitting in place while I cruised on at 45 miles per hour.
That evening, my friends got married(ish). Roommate and I carpooled with some friends in Bluevan. I accidentally got a date to the wedding (from one last Tinder contact). Turns out if you jokingly invite someone to a wedding for a first date and they are down to go they might actually be someone that is right us your alley.
As we were rolling around town scooping up our friends we picked him up in front of a CVS, as you do when you take a Tinder date to a wedding. He was a real good sport and fit in pretty well with my band of buddies for the night. I do believe I’ll see him again. We spent all day yesterday adventuring around Seattle and crashing farmers markets.
Life is so weird right now, and I think I’m actually okay with it. Working from home today (still recovering from my weekend and needed some cat time).
I’ve been having a little trouble with eating lately, which is really strange for me. I love the foods. But for some reason nothing sounds good. I’ve been having to force myself to eat meals because you can’t be running 7 miles before sunrise and not eating.
I have/had a zucchini fairy at work, so I have about 12 of em to cook up some how. Perhaps that is what I’ll do while I work from home today. Maybe something tasty will restart my appetite.
I was thinking about writing that book we talked about. What if instead of using the letters, I wrote a companion piece with a fictitious character who lives a life based on what was happing when I wrote each letter? Could be cool.
All I want from you is a letter and to be your distant lover
That is all that I can offer at this time
I already got the soundtrack for the movie version, amiright?
Welp Magellan. It’s been a year. I have no plans on stopping but I’m truly thankful for these letters. Getting it all out and seeing it on screens in print has been more helpful than I could have ever imagined. *Hopefully* the practice of telling stories and thinking about how words work together has made me at least a little bit better of a writer.
Here’s to now. Here’s to strangers that become friends. Here’s to driving for hours to see your favorite band by yourself, and bringing a stranger to a wedding. Here’s to finding shortcuts and dancing like a Peanuts character because that’s just how you move. Here’s to writing letters, and figuring out life a little bit each day.