Vertigo / The Farewell
WU folks know that last night was the annual dance party hosted by the engineering school, Vertigo. Excepting those with claustrophobia, I believe a good time was had by all. I, typically, exhibit a certain amount of claustrophobia/misanthropy when I am completely surrounded by people, repeatedly shoved into, and overheated to a rare degree; fortunately, I was able to make a quick trip to Old Navy before arriving at Vertigo so, not only was I not bothered by the blatant violation of fire code, but I danced for nearly twenty minutes in the leather fringe jacket I borrowed from Alfonzo (Alfonzo, you really should have gone. I know how you feel about... well, people, but it was an experience worth having) before deciding I was sweating too much and should put it in the coat room.
Around 4 am, I returned a missed call from Larkin and learned that, apparently, I was in possession of her only lighter. I made my way to her apartment to return it, and finally made it home a little after 5 am. I was awoken by a phone call, in which I learned I had slept until 4:15 PM. Though I missed out on 5 hours during which I planned to be productive, I am more refreshed than I have been in weeks. Sometimes you just need to hard-restart your brain, you know?
Last installment of the Carl, Bridget and Katherine visit : Sunday
We woke a little before noon, knowing that Carl and Katherine should hit the road as soon as possible. We picked Katherine up and went to IHOP for brunch. As much as I enjoyed the part of the weekend where worlds (home and away) collided, there was a certain vibe to our IHOP visit that could not be denied. It lies somewhere between a sinister sense of impending mischief and the knowledge that we were with those who stay with us, always. As an audience, you only ever read about the interesting things that happen; but it is the idle times, the meals and the simple things, that best corroborate my feelings towards my friends. We finished, and Carl and Katherine set out for Atlanta soon after.
The rest of the day went towards work, with intermittent conversation between me and Bridget. Something that Bridget and I didn't learn until the extreme latter-days of our romantic relationship, was the value of just sitting together, reading books or doing homework. I have tried to implement this sort of side-by-side working in my more recent relationships, with some level of success. However, doing it with Bridget created a strange air, like a misplaced bubble in time and temporality. It was strange and good.
That evening, I drove her to the airport and bid her adieu. I felt the quiver of potential tears, but none came. I returned home and began digesting the events of the weekend.
I've still got a lot of work to do tonight, so this is all I've got time to write. I hope I didn't bore you with this account. It was certainly important to me, and the regrettable inference that all blogs draw is that anything interesting to the writer must be interesting to the reader. Again, apologies if you haven't enjoyed yourself.
-Alan
EDIT NOTES : Sorry, Katherine, for getting your name wrong. You understand, right?
Around 4 am, I returned a missed call from Larkin and learned that, apparently, I was in possession of her only lighter. I made my way to her apartment to return it, and finally made it home a little after 5 am. I was awoken by a phone call, in which I learned I had slept until 4:15 PM. Though I missed out on 5 hours during which I planned to be productive, I am more refreshed than I have been in weeks. Sometimes you just need to hard-restart your brain, you know?
Last installment of the Carl, Bridget and Katherine visit : Sunday
We woke a little before noon, knowing that Carl and Katherine should hit the road as soon as possible. We picked Katherine up and went to IHOP for brunch. As much as I enjoyed the part of the weekend where worlds (home and away) collided, there was a certain vibe to our IHOP visit that could not be denied. It lies somewhere between a sinister sense of impending mischief and the knowledge that we were with those who stay with us, always. As an audience, you only ever read about the interesting things that happen; but it is the idle times, the meals and the simple things, that best corroborate my feelings towards my friends. We finished, and Carl and Katherine set out for Atlanta soon after.
The rest of the day went towards work, with intermittent conversation between me and Bridget. Something that Bridget and I didn't learn until the extreme latter-days of our romantic relationship, was the value of just sitting together, reading books or doing homework. I have tried to implement this sort of side-by-side working in my more recent relationships, with some level of success. However, doing it with Bridget created a strange air, like a misplaced bubble in time and temporality. It was strange and good.
That evening, I drove her to the airport and bid her adieu. I felt the quiver of potential tears, but none came. I returned home and began digesting the events of the weekend.
I've still got a lot of work to do tonight, so this is all I've got time to write. I hope I didn't bore you with this account. It was certainly important to me, and the regrettable inference that all blogs draw is that anything interesting to the writer must be interesting to the reader. Again, apologies if you haven't enjoyed yourself.
-Alan
EDIT NOTES : Sorry, Katherine, for getting your name wrong. You understand, right?
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