The strangest stars
I’m at Einstein’s Bagels enjoying the end of my afternoon alone in St. Louis. I’d say that today sort of sucked because I ended up three miles away from where I decided I wanted to be and when I tried to walk there I ended up going the wrong direction because I got discouraged by a guard rail, but in reality I think that it’s all turned out okay. Because my walk was nice. And I ended up spending a while laying around in Forest Park which was entertaining. And I could say that today sort of sucked because instead of getting McDonald’s coke this morning I had White Castle coke instead. But then, the white castle trip meant hanging out with Kyle in the car longer than I would have gotten to if they took less than a half hour. And he said I’m the “best girlfriend ever” as a result of that White Castle and I think that’s a fair trade for subpar coca-cola, even if it’s lent, even if they didn’t give me a straw. And I could say that it sucks that at Einstein’s they were out of regular coke syrup so I had to get Cherry instead… but who expected Einstein’s to come through for me in the first place? Not this girl, for one. So today’s been nice. Because I’ve found myself left with nothing to do or no way to do it. And Now i’m sitting with my back to the sun and the warmth of it all feels great. Listening to coldplay on the Einstein’s radio is indeed the most painful thing happening to me and that is obviously fixable with a little iPod + Shins collaboration.
Coke makes me so sick when I don’t drink it regularly. I wish I didn’t love it so damned much.
My weekend was pretty flipping fantastic. I got in Thursday night late and we had a nice long drive back to Carbondale which was dotted with bad radio and good conversation, all those things you really want in a long drive. We got into Carbondale sometime after midnight I think and went to sleep pretty early. I think that’s a really nice part about us being near each other… we actually sleep. Because we don’t need to spend an hour on the phone to catch up on each others days. Though I really like those phone calls and surely don’t mind the late nights.
Friday I spent the whole day starting/finishing my paper for History Forum. I think it’s going to be the best paper I’ve ever written. In fact, I think it’s already starting out close to that. The fact that I’ll be editting it and polishing it really gives it the opportunity to surpass any potential it’s already showing. So I wrote-wrote-wrote until about 1 and then we left to get some lunch at the thai place. I was initially bitchy about my options at the thai place by i settled for some pad wonseen and it turned out to be delicious. Little did I know I shouldn’t whine about things, even just to myself. I finished up the paper by the time it was due and set in on the Heartland Blush a little early (5 p.m.) but about 1 hour after Kyle started. We curled up in his black chair and watched the Departed with Duran. Man, that movie. Fucking right. I love it. The boys, who hadn’t seen it before, turned out to be fans of it too. I don’t really know how you could not like that movie. Unless you’re one of those fitness freaks. Go fuck yrself. (Lol. I think Kyle’s going to have to get a laugh track of him recording that line so he can just push a button for easy release… he says it so much. It’s cute though.) So after a few glasses of wine… a good break from reality… and a shot of vodka mixed into an 8 oz. cranberry juice… it’s time for the night. Thus the Graffitti party. Yay. that was mostly awesome. Generally, I expect to feel out of place at TKE events, because I’m nto really into the greek scene at any school, but assuredly not at one where I don’t know anyone but Kyle and his friends. The sweet thing is that Kyle and his friends are just really good people. Sure, they drink, but they’re also really genuine and you know that they just really care about each other. So knowing just them at a party is really enough. And the cool thing about the graffitti party is that the point of the party is to draw all over people, so as long as you have a marker it’s easy enough to make friends and Kyle’s a pretty popular kid so he’s a good in to other people at the bar. We got me nice and sloppy drunk (I think I got cut off about 9 p.m.). We ate Don Taco. We talked to Winston about how I drove 6 hours for one of his bagels and he said I have my priorities straight. Then we walked back to the dorms at a decent hour and went to sleep by 1:30.
Saturday we had a wedding to attend in St. Louis (er..DeSoto, Mo.) and so we piled into the car at 11 and grabbed a pizza on our way out of town. I really dig how laid back we are together. it’s nice to make plans to leave at 11. Then not leave till 11:15 because we get caught up brushing on our hair and doing whatever it is that we do. We made it to the wedding about 10 minutes before it started and Kyle got to see how good I am at being Catholic. I think he mostly just thought it was cute and was sort of amazed by my good practice. After the wedding there was some St. Louis Bread Co consumption (I hate stlbc but the soup was yumyumyum.). The wedding reception was awesome too. Again with the Kyle having really great friends thing. We hung out with Dustin, his high school debate colleague, and Dustin’s brother. And this guy Tom who was friends with Kyle’s brother @ Rolla. And Juanita, that guys girlfriend. And the girlfriend of this red-headed kid who never said enough to be worth mentioning. Stellar. I drank like a little Bud-Light-breathing fishie. Yum. And I didn’t get sloppy drunk. And I drank an impressive amount, especially for me. Hah. What a good night. Kyle got at least a little close to sloppy drunk and I got to be entertained while he wrestled Dustin and his brother. Haha. Boys are so cute. Apparently the reception became even more exciting when it returned to the bedrooms, but by then I was pretty tired and Kyle and I just went to sleep. I was out before midnight. How embarassing.
So this weekend has been a good one. Just what I needed. And next weekend, my boyfriend will be in Blue Springs/Topeka to spend as close to an entire week with me as we can get without tanking my grades or ruining his relationship with his family. And we’ll be doing that whole meeting each other’s parents thing. Cute.