Dave’s was great last night. I got to see a lot of the friends I used to venerate. I got to drink away any concerns of life that had bothered me during the day. I want to spend more time with these people. They speak to me in ways my other friends could only hope to attempt. Sheree, Bret, Richard, Dave, Cleve, Christian, and others who’s names have not yet come to me, I only hope we can do this again; Soon.
After today’s experience with my mother, I could only hope that a get-together could happen again tonight. It was not a good day for me. I don’t know what is wrong with her exactly, but I have been a nervous wreck all day. All morning my thoughts raced through events of catastrophic proportions. A car being driven over the side of a bridge. An empty hotel room. Never hearing from her again. Isolation.
The weight I placed upon my shoulders has been lifted after hearing from her tonight, well, hearing of her is more accurate. Tomorrow is another day, and in little more than a week, another year. If only I could make it come faster. Another night of being with friends, telling stories, fabricating the already frayed truth. Drinking to more good times.
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i had a great night too. it’s a shame that i was sick so i could not be a little more happy but a couple of days taking it easy is better than a week of feeling like shit for one night of fun.
i hope everything goes well for you and we are having another get together fri. night i hope you can make it
richard