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I couldn't be happier.

It's been awhile since I sat down and wrote out my thoughts, unstopped. I'm not really feeling a steady flow of conscious thought right now, but I know I have things to say. So . . . I think I'll take from the Great and Invincible Joe and make a list (of things going on).

1. Various Concerts.
October is proving to be an incredibly busy month for me. I've had a couple opportunities to see some really awesome bands and on all accounts, I've dropped the ball. It bothers me that I let that happen because everybody knows music typically is my life. But other things have been happening and I'm having to make unfortunate sacrifices. The beauty of rock and roll (and, in my case, punk rock) is that it's forgiving of me and understanding that sometimes it can't come first, even if I can't forgive myself.

I'll probably resent myself for a significant amount of time regarding the Against Me! show. The fact that a perfect stranger held a ticket for me at the door of Common Grounds even an hour after the show started shows me just how kindhearted some people still are. I wish I had checked my email. I wish I had seen that he was there for me. It would definitely have finalized a weekend of blissful and friendly entertainment.

Nothing really compares to the feeling of realizing when common bonds connect people, even strangers can become true friends. Which leads me to my next topic:

2. The Fest.
It's coming up faster than I ever could imagine. I look forward to it supremely, I consider it a holiday -- like Thanksgiving and Christmas. Shit, even my co-workers consider it a holiday for me. When the Fest rolls around, I'm lucky enough to have co-workers who excuse my tired ass in on Monday morning and who let my pumped up and eager ass duck out early on Friday afternoon.

You might be surprised to know the music isn't always my favorite part of the FESTivities. Haha. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing like seeing one hundred ands in one weekend. There just isn't, but I'm such a socializer that seeing bands almost comes second to meeting new people.

This year, I've jumped ahead. I've made some friends (whom I can only hope to meet at the Fest) on the Fest forums and through myspace who truly seem to be the kind of people I'd befriend were I to meet them in college or at a job. Only, better.

Fest friends are incomparable to any other friend on the planet. There's a bond there that no other friend could ever understand. I might venture to say, actually, that Amanda, Becky, Jen, Liz and Felipe are my original Fest friends. Granted, I met Becky and Amanda thanks to Seth, but the first time the whole lot of us really hung out was for the Fest. And look at the relationships I have with that group of people. Unmatchable. And this year I hope to make more friends like them.

3. Game Nights.
Games nights are one of those things ... they either go awesomely, or they don't. For me, it's difficult to make them not go awesomely -- it's really hard to make me not enjoy myself when I'm in the company of high quality friends.

However, it is possible.

Games nights are voluntary. People come if they want to, don't if they don't. And this simple rule is why I fail understand when people are sometimes disconnected at game night or in a bad mood. I don't want to tolerate that. We rarely get the time to get together -- game night is our thing -- some friends even travel 2 hours for such events, yet some people just can't shake a bad mood before they arrive. It's one thing if you're in a bad mood and you come to game night to lighten up, it's another if you're in a bad mood and you don't lighten up when you get there.

All that being said, game night this time was fine. We actually played a few different games, which is unusual for us. The cookies, pizza, and brownies were all hits, and if I remember correctly about 97% of the time was spent laughing and blurting out clues in Catch Phrase. Haha.

We're wholesome people with wholesome ideas of entertainment (sort of). We like to spend time together and we like to have fun -- so we get out the beers, the snacks, the games, and the ESPN and we hang out until the wee hours of the morning. Everyone's always welcome, but only if a good mood is a guarantee.

I have more to say, but I'm stopping for now. My joints actually hurt. Maybe it's the rain.





ps. I'm getting dinner with JM alone tonight. I think we're falling back in love and I think I couldn't be happier -- I'm nervous, but couldn't be happier.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Hahaha, I totally agree with the game night section... it is ridiculous why people would go somewhere and be completely disconnected or miserable. It puts all of us in a bit of an awkward mood.

However, one thing I must mention is how I NEVER fail to have a great time with you, how you always make me laugh so hard I about pee and the time spent with you and your friends is anything but amazing.

Always remember, acorns are dangerous and the back of a boat is called an ASS? (I still can't remember the word)
Anonymous said…
correction: *is pretty amazing

I don't know where my head was... lol
revolutionaire. said…
Vania! You crack me up, lady! I knew what you meant when you accidentally said "anything but amazing" ... woopsie.

Also -- it was the back of a train, and the word is caboose. ;)

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