It's four o'clock in the morning and I just got home from a night out. A few days ago I wrote that I sometimes feel like my life is a story. Well, tonight that story became true....
I hung out with Christen and Amanda tonight...we used to get high together in high school. (I bet you didn't expect that!) Anyway, we were re-hashing old stories about all the times we hung out doing what we used to do...I told the stories that have been most prominent in my memory regarding the "high times," as I'm going to call them. Miraculously, I'm not the only one who remembered! This "story" that is my life, is actual reality. There were bystanders who were there with me, experiencing the same things that I was. And oh, the stories....
We went to BH's for some drinks, there were about 8 of us. We were sitting there, catching up, talking a million miles a minute...then guess who walked over? First I saw Mark, Amanda's husband. Next to him? Lucas. Four years ago, Lucas and I dated for a few weeks...a month? I don't remember anymore. He still looks the same: gorgeous blue eyes, bright smile, see-through-you stare. We had a tough ending...I fell head over heels with him (I've become really good at that), and I thought he with I...he wasn't over his ex-girlfriend, stopped calling...after a week I called him to see what was up...we (he) decided to be "friends". A month after we cut things off, he called to hang out, I bitched him out and that was the end of it. But I never stopped thinking of him. Apparently he didn't stop thinking of me either.
At the bar, I saw him and said, "Hi Lucas." He looked at me and smiled, then took a double-take...he was thrilled (this is what I saw). We were both excited to see one another. We hugged a big one, starting talking. First thing, I apologized for being a total bitch to him and explained why. He completely understood and said he was never mad at me, only disappointed that we didn't get to hang out as friends afterwards. I told him that I really liked him back then...I was also disappointed that things hadn't worked out. We chatted a while, talked about a few old things, introducing a few new items to the conversation.
After the bar, we all went to Justin's house. I had no idea we were going, as Mark was driving. We hung out there for almost four hours - the girls with margaritas in our hands (I had just a few sips, I know that I'm a lightweight and would be driving home) and boys with beers. It turns out that Justin married Jessica, a girl I used to be friends with in high school. This is all irrelevant to the my-life-is-a-story theme, but I'm just remembering the night. Lucas was there too. The guys all work together, so there's the connection.
I have told that Lucas story to so many of my girlfriends, especially when random dating stories are exchanged. It always felt like this one-sided story that I told, never knowing the other half, how Lucas felt and was dealing with it. He may well have liked me as much as I him. It was incredible to see him and realize that we both played a part...he recognized my place in the story and I recognized his.
It was like a full-out time warp tonight.
30 March 2008
28 March 2008
Up and running...
Our internet has been down for the past three days. It's like falling off the edge of the earth, living without it...incredible. I can't seem to write fast enough in my hand-written journal, so typing is where it's at. Nevermind that I've had trouble falling asleep at night because I have so many things rolling around in this dome of mine....
Anyway, I had a doctor's appt, an annual check-up, on Wednesday afternoon. I have realized that I suffer (severely) from the Napoleon Complex. (I hate to admit it.) The first thing the medical assistant, Kelly, did was weigh me and measure my height. 118 lbs, okay, that I knew. But then she measured me..."5'0"" she says. WHAT?! I responded, "No way, I'm closer to 5'1", do it again." She rolled her eyes, but I think she understood that when you're my height, every inch counts! So, again I went under the metal bracket, trying to stand as tall as possible. We looked again. "Sorry," she said, "Five-feet." Damn.
Today I was the lab guinea pig for the new lancets that we received. Three of us were standing at the counter, twisting the ends from the lancets and trying them on one of Josette's foam hand-sqeezy things. They didn't break the surface...so I volunteered. What?! You think I'm crazy, I know. I grabbed some gauze and alcohol pads, handing them to Lauren, and held out my right forearm. "Try them on me," I said. She laughed at first, but I was persistent. We needed to know if the lancets created small dot-shaped cuts or dash-shaped cuts (the latter are better for Bleeding Times and finger sticks). Lauren assumed they were to be dots. First she shot me with the pink lancet, and then the purple. I must be crazy...but I was glad to be of service. Maybe I'm a masochist. Lauren was right - I ended up with two barely-visible dots of blood on my forearm. (We won't be using those!)
FATE OF THE SODA CAN:
Jessica came into the lab asking for some ibuprofen. I opened the cabinet where we keep our toiletries, moving aside a bottle of lotion and, in the process, knocking down an almost-empty can of Diet Coke (which shouldn't have been there in the first place). I had been checking off results in the notebook, so my papers were spread over the countertop. UGH! That soda spilled all over the place. I was so irritated that I threw the soda can in the sink and probably said something like, "Shit!" Jessica and Lauren laughed at me...I was actually upset! After it was cleaned up and Jessica had her pills, I finished up the paperwork and got back to ordering labs on the computer. I was still stewing about that soda can, trying to work it out. I got to thinking about fate. Since I was standing closest to the cabinet, I was the one to reach in for the ibuprofen. When I moved those items around I knocked the soda can down and spilled its contents. But...what if someone else had reached in the cabinet? Hmm.... Would that can still have spilled? I created my fate of knocking down the can because I chose to do that paperwork and get Jessica her pills. What if Lauren or Josette chose to do the paperwork, then stopped to reach inside the cabinet - would the soda still have spilled? We may never know...
Anyway, I had a doctor's appt, an annual check-up, on Wednesday afternoon. I have realized that I suffer (severely) from the Napoleon Complex. (I hate to admit it.) The first thing the medical assistant, Kelly, did was weigh me and measure my height. 118 lbs, okay, that I knew. But then she measured me..."5'0"" she says. WHAT?! I responded, "No way, I'm closer to 5'1", do it again." She rolled her eyes, but I think she understood that when you're my height, every inch counts! So, again I went under the metal bracket, trying to stand as tall as possible. We looked again. "Sorry," she said, "Five-feet." Damn.
Today I was the lab guinea pig for the new lancets that we received. Three of us were standing at the counter, twisting the ends from the lancets and trying them on one of Josette's foam hand-sqeezy things. They didn't break the surface...so I volunteered. What?! You think I'm crazy, I know. I grabbed some gauze and alcohol pads, handing them to Lauren, and held out my right forearm. "Try them on me," I said. She laughed at first, but I was persistent. We needed to know if the lancets created small dot-shaped cuts or dash-shaped cuts (the latter are better for Bleeding Times and finger sticks). Lauren assumed they were to be dots. First she shot me with the pink lancet, and then the purple. I must be crazy...but I was glad to be of service. Maybe I'm a masochist. Lauren was right - I ended up with two barely-visible dots of blood on my forearm. (We won't be using those!)
FATE OF THE SODA CAN:
Jessica came into the lab asking for some ibuprofen. I opened the cabinet where we keep our toiletries, moving aside a bottle of lotion and, in the process, knocking down an almost-empty can of Diet Coke (which shouldn't have been there in the first place). I had been checking off results in the notebook, so my papers were spread over the countertop. UGH! That soda spilled all over the place. I was so irritated that I threw the soda can in the sink and probably said something like, "Shit!" Jessica and Lauren laughed at me...I was actually upset! After it was cleaned up and Jessica had her pills, I finished up the paperwork and got back to ordering labs on the computer. I was still stewing about that soda can, trying to work it out. I got to thinking about fate. Since I was standing closest to the cabinet, I was the one to reach in for the ibuprofen. When I moved those items around I knocked the soda can down and spilled its contents. But...what if someone else had reached in the cabinet? Hmm.... Would that can still have spilled? I created my fate of knocking down the can because I chose to do that paperwork and get Jessica her pills. What if Lauren or Josette chose to do the paperwork, then stopped to reach inside the cabinet - would the soda still have spilled? We may never know...
25 March 2008
Boston Red Sox
Game 1 - Tokyo, Japan
Well, I was wrong about the start time. I set my alarm for a few minutes before 5am, only to wake and realize that the game didn't start until 6:05am. "That's okay, I can use the extra hour of sleep," I thought to myself. At 6:00 my alarm went off (again) and I went straight to the TV in the office. I was a few minutes early, so I scanned through every channel looking for NESN. (I don't watch much TV so I haven't a clue about which stations are on which channels.)
Opening pitch: Joe Blanton of the Oakland A's
First at bat: Dustin Pedroia of the Red Sox - first base run.
Then, three outs by Youkilis, Ortiz and Manny. Now, Oakland up at bat...after Travis Buck grounds out, Mark Ellis hits a homerun, ball going straight up through centerfield into the stands. Damn! Good hit man, but damn. Next, two walks, Cust gets hit by Matsuzaka's pitch and Barton makes it home.
That's all I've seen so far. The game will be replayed today at 2 and 2:30pm but, unfortunately, I'm working until 5pm and won't be able to see it. Perhaps someone will record it?
Off to the daily grind...
Well, I was wrong about the start time. I set my alarm for a few minutes before 5am, only to wake and realize that the game didn't start until 6:05am. "That's okay, I can use the extra hour of sleep," I thought to myself. At 6:00 my alarm went off (again) and I went straight to the TV in the office. I was a few minutes early, so I scanned through every channel looking for NESN. (I don't watch much TV so I haven't a clue about which stations are on which channels.)
Opening pitch: Joe Blanton of the Oakland A's
First at bat: Dustin Pedroia of the Red Sox - first base run.
Then, three outs by Youkilis, Ortiz and Manny. Now, Oakland up at bat...after Travis Buck grounds out, Mark Ellis hits a homerun, ball going straight up through centerfield into the stands. Damn! Good hit man, but damn. Next, two walks, Cust gets hit by Matsuzaka's pitch and Barton makes it home.
That's all I've seen so far. The game will be replayed today at 2 and 2:30pm but, unfortunately, I'm working until 5pm and won't be able to see it. Perhaps someone will record it?
Off to the daily grind...
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