Sleeping in is fun
Aug/090
Lying in bed and daydreaming is better.
Yesterday was very, very fun. I finished sending out all* my invitations, and all day my phone was beeping to tell me I had another RSVP. Most of them were yes, even. Most of them also indicated a large degree of positiven feeling towards the creative aspect of the invites. I believe I achieved Win.
I had an assisted win in terms of clothes shopping. I can’t recall ever having been excited about new clothes before (with the exception of the couple of funny t-shirts I’ve ordered online).
I got some work done, even. Thumbnails are win.
At about six last night, I got a call from my friend Luke who’s visiting from Dubai. He’s been over there since the end of school, coming back about once a year. He was in a cafe about five minutes away with another good friend, so I went to hang out with them for a bit. He asked how I was, and I had to say I was excellent. He asked me to explain, and I did… so basically I realised that it’s pretty fun to be me right now. It was also fun to have not really spoken to him for a year, but still be comfortable and have a chat like he’d never left. Win.
I have the best friends. I spent the evening watching the cricket and some Top Gear, eating pizza and drinking pizza with three more friends. Billy Bowden was fail, but ohhh Stuart Clark! England were plundered, which was damned entertaining. Win.
Oh, and maybe the best bit was actually at the gym, when my friend asked me to do his 21st speech. Win. Actually, a joint speech because someone had already asked to do it. And that someone asked to do speeches for I think two other friends, but is going to leading a Christian youth event instead of coming to mine. Ok, I’m a little cut about that.
Also this is somewhat terrifying because – hello, it’s a speech. It has to be awesome, and then I have to give it. I still don’t have a present for him, even.
*Actually, I have one left
Ode to another chance
Jul/090
I remember when I first saw you. We met through a friend, it was a while ago now.
The attraction wasn’t instantaneous, it grew on me slowly. I remember the moment though, the exact second at which I realised hang on, this is actually rather good.
We had some fun times, you and I. I told my friends, and those with taste agreed with my opinion.
Sure, there were others, but you were my favourite.
It was all going so well, but then it happened. I don’t think it was anything I did, but you left a taste in my mouth like sour apple cider.
I didn’t deserve that.
No one deserves that.
I recovered, but I was wary. Still, time heals all wounds. I left it a while, and tried again.
Betrayal, somehow all the worse for it being expected.
It cut me to my core. I didn’t think I could ever love again.
Time passed. I tried out some other models. It wasn’t the same.
I needed to know.
One more chance.
Foolish dreaming?
Perhaps. Worth it.
I summoned all my courage, and had another go.
The taste was fantastic, the finish sublime. It was heavenly.
I had hope again. I knew love again. I was complete again.
We were there for the ribs, but it was all about you.
I missed you, Redback. Don’t ever leave me again.