the new day
Jan. 1st, 2002 09:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireComing home, snow falling outside, the fine crust on my car.
A spur of the moment decision put me in a car last night after work, headed for Houston. Melynda and I listened to the Counting Crows, Tori Amos, Guns N Roses and Radiohead, singing along and talking. It only took two and half hours because we had friends following us, otherwise Melynda would have driven like a demon. Her friend Richard held a party, and I finally met many of Melynda's high school friends. Doug looked like a mobster, black suit and white tie, and Wes wore his amazing shirt with a hood. Funny, funny people. I like them. Usually I avoid parties where I don't know most of the people, because I feel awkward around strangers. Yet last night and this morning I felt at ease and talked to many people about all sorts of things. Nuclear war, Pakistan, dancing, Russia, languages, the merits of Guinness. Doug lost his mind upon meeting two girls who drank Guinness and proposed marriage on the spot. One of the rare times when I've been around people drinking who don't turn into idiots or beasts. Someone even gave me their phone number. That's never happened before.
Have you ever heard people argue about whether Aragorn or Legolas is more of a bad-ass? While drinking Shiner in someone's living room amongst the country-style blue sofas so favored by certain suburban mothers? It's hilarious. I think the argument was eventually decided in favor of Legolas.
A day for beginnings, stories, snow, chocolate. Melynda's parents sent me home with a box of Godiva truffles, and we ate many in the car on the way back. Friday, Micah and I will go get our tattoos. We very nearly went today, but wound up being rather lazy instead.
Talked with my parents after getting home. It is good, good to be alive.
A spur of the moment decision put me in a car last night after work, headed for Houston. Melynda and I listened to the Counting Crows, Tori Amos, Guns N Roses and Radiohead, singing along and talking. It only took two and half hours because we had friends following us, otherwise Melynda would have driven like a demon. Her friend Richard held a party, and I finally met many of Melynda's high school friends. Doug looked like a mobster, black suit and white tie, and Wes wore his amazing shirt with a hood. Funny, funny people. I like them. Usually I avoid parties where I don't know most of the people, because I feel awkward around strangers. Yet last night and this morning I felt at ease and talked to many people about all sorts of things. Nuclear war, Pakistan, dancing, Russia, languages, the merits of Guinness. Doug lost his mind upon meeting two girls who drank Guinness and proposed marriage on the spot. One of the rare times when I've been around people drinking who don't turn into idiots or beasts. Someone even gave me their phone number. That's never happened before.
Have you ever heard people argue about whether Aragorn or Legolas is more of a bad-ass? While drinking Shiner in someone's living room amongst the country-style blue sofas so favored by certain suburban mothers? It's hilarious. I think the argument was eventually decided in favor of Legolas.
A day for beginnings, stories, snow, chocolate. Melynda's parents sent me home with a box of Godiva truffles, and we ate many in the car on the way back. Friday, Micah and I will go get our tattoos. We very nearly went today, but wound up being rather lazy instead.
Talked with my parents after getting home. It is good, good to be alive.