What an amazing weekend. It was full of whirlwind, go-go-go gotta do so much and, believe it or not, I did.
Friday - dealing with an individual who doesn't like women, doesn't like himself, doesn't like that the rules apply to everyone, yessir, everyone, even you -- you pompous, self-congratulatory bastard. The rules apply to you, no matter how much you wish they didn't. And you can't suck me into that black hole which is your brain and your teensy-weensy way of thinking. The world does not revolve around you, and just because a young woman less than half your age showed you up, demanded respect when you deemed her "less-than" ...well, you will see (someday) that you are not the be-all, end-all of our existance, just because you have friends in high places. Guess what? They're in those high places, and you're a pee-on like the rest of us.
Ooooh...did you see what I did there? I decompressed with no problem.
Anyhow, after work I checked into the hotel, grabbed a tiny bite, jumped in the shower, and began the annoyingly long process of doing something with my hair while watching a show about people that travel the United States in search of Bigfoot. Lots of eye-rolling happening there, sorry, but I do love a good Bigfoot story. Jumped into my clothes, congratulating myself on finding what looked to be a very dressy pair of black-with-white-polka-dot capris (actually they are pajama bottoms. I am brilliant. Shhh.)
A friend dropped me off at Walgreens, where I walked in and composed myself. I was 7 minutes late for a meeting with a couple of friends I had never met. I met them on facebook, through mutual interests, and this was to be our first face-to-face meeting, next door at the Starbucks. Nervous! Me? Yeah, I was so nervous that I went into Walgreens and walked around for another 3 or 4 minutes, just to calm down because for the last several years, most of my in-person interactions have been child-related, work-related, public-service related. Now I'm actually meeting people for a ME-RELATED INTERACTION...what?? I'm so rusty at this. But, if I can -on a daily basis- deal with a regularly unbalanced or unpleasant or uncomfortable person, surely a plain ole getting-to-know-you would be a cinch.
I headed out the door and walked toward them. There they were, sitting, talking, having coffee, and I walked right up and greeted them, then headed inside to get my own coffee. (Hey check it out, I'm a real person again...eat your heart out, Pinocchio!)
Hello's exchanged and then for 2 hours, some of that stuff I am rarely in contact with anymore: grown up conversation. Interests, opinions, a few quips and jokes tossed about. My tell-tale nervousness manifested by way of a slow mechanical shredding of a Starbucks napkin. That was okay. I can't be at ease all the time. It's hard to be at ease around normal people when you are submerged in the not-quite-normal world I've occupied these last ten years.
I began to feel like a regular person again. When you live inside your head for prolonged periods, it can be a kind of high to step out of there. There is a real difference between this, and staring at a computer screen and typing, typing, and waiting, then typing...
I left this exchange with a smile. I liked these people. Hoped they liked me.
Jumped in a cab and was dropped off at PHT to further let off the week's steam. It was fun; I saw several bands, and people with clothes that were entirely too tight, or too skimpy, wearing heels and drinking heavily...stupid girls, some older than me which means they ought to have known better. Newsflash: that shit ain't sexy.
Stayed out until 2a.m. and returned to the hotel where I collapsed. I'm not getting too old to stay out all night, but I am definately not in top shape, which tires me out. The next morning, my family collected me and we rushed to the grocery, rushed home, got stuff together, and went out to the drive in movies an hour away. Superman, and The Great Gatsby. $5 for 2 movies, per person. Hell of a deal.
I enjoyed Superman, kept falling asleep during Gatsby. Couldn't help it, I hadn't had much sleep. But it was interesting, what parts I did get.
3a.m. today, we make it home, the girl munchkin decides to wake up and be upset, so again no sleep for me until late this afternoon when I caught a break (and a nap) and now midnight is looming this way.
No productive home-things done. I don't care. I've had a great weekend. And, KORN is not playing as I type this. Hello Enya from 1985, thanks for being in your c.d. case because Bowie is hidden and I couldn't find Pink Floyd.
and bad will be good,
and good will be bad
and we will all dance and watch as the sad
trickles away in a hushed little sigh
and suddenly I see it
when I look just that way
my sights were set in the wrong today
choose the today that fits your right now
or choose the today that forces you out
in the world you shut out
and, quite by mistake
perhaps you'll smile at the choice you make