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Happy Halloween, Indeed
Nov. 1st, 2009 03:48 pmSo Halloween is typically one of my favorite times of year. Coming up with new, creative ideas for costumes and decorations, and making the circuit of parties that my friends are throwing. Not so much this year.
So I was invited to a party in PB, the neighborhood I used to live in, and am moving back to this week, and I figured since I didn't have any other plans, why not? So I put together my Dolemite costume and headed out to PB for a night of drunkeness and watching all the young bimbos dressed up in their sluttiest outfits. I got out to PB around 9, and already started taking note of the overwhelming number of police cars on the prowl on my way in. Before too much longer, I'd found my way to the party and met up with my friends, grabbed a beer, and hung out.
But I realized after I'd been there about 10 minutes that I really wasn't feeling it. First off, not a single person at the party had ever heard of Dolemite, or even had the slightest clue who/ what I was supposed to be for Halloween. Yeah, not exactly what I was looking for. You know that feeling of being in a huge crowd, yet feeling totally and completely alone? That kicked in around the same time. I finished my beer by 9:30, and hung out for a bit longer, but I hadn't felt so lonely in a crowd in a very long time. I bailed about 10, taking a walk around the neighborhood for a little while to clear my head and let myself get that one beer out of my system; it might have only been one drink, but I didn't want to take any chances. I left PB about 11, and headed back here to the condo. As I turned on to my street, I saw the roaming crowds of merry costumed folks and revelers on their ways to parties, clubs, bars, and who knows what else. I was just ready for the night to be over. I came upstairs, took off my costume, and plopped down on the couch to watch George Romero movies on AMC. I finally went to bed around 2, (the second one), and tossed and turned until about 3:30 before I finally drifted off to sleep.
I'm having a hard time getting motivated to think about homework or school right now, so I'm forcing myself to start working on packing and cleaning. So far, so good, but I still have lots more to do. Going through Tana-related and wedding- related stuff has been hard; it seems like every box I open has a card, love note, or something that she gave me while we were together. I've gotten to the point where I'll see her handwriting and stuff it into a box. I can't bring myself to throw any of that stuff away, and who knows maybe I'll want it to look back on in future years. We'll see, I guess. I'm just really looking forward to being out of here- too many memories, too many reminders, too much heartache and loneliness.
And even more, I can't wait to get back to North Carolina. San Diego is nice, but it's not my home, and it's really not my kind of folks.
So I was invited to a party in PB, the neighborhood I used to live in, and am moving back to this week, and I figured since I didn't have any other plans, why not? So I put together my Dolemite costume and headed out to PB for a night of drunkeness and watching all the young bimbos dressed up in their sluttiest outfits. I got out to PB around 9, and already started taking note of the overwhelming number of police cars on the prowl on my way in. Before too much longer, I'd found my way to the party and met up with my friends, grabbed a beer, and hung out.
But I realized after I'd been there about 10 minutes that I really wasn't feeling it. First off, not a single person at the party had ever heard of Dolemite, or even had the slightest clue who/ what I was supposed to be for Halloween. Yeah, not exactly what I was looking for. You know that feeling of being in a huge crowd, yet feeling totally and completely alone? That kicked in around the same time. I finished my beer by 9:30, and hung out for a bit longer, but I hadn't felt so lonely in a crowd in a very long time. I bailed about 10, taking a walk around the neighborhood for a little while to clear my head and let myself get that one beer out of my system; it might have only been one drink, but I didn't want to take any chances. I left PB about 11, and headed back here to the condo. As I turned on to my street, I saw the roaming crowds of merry costumed folks and revelers on their ways to parties, clubs, bars, and who knows what else. I was just ready for the night to be over. I came upstairs, took off my costume, and plopped down on the couch to watch George Romero movies on AMC. I finally went to bed around 2, (the second one), and tossed and turned until about 3:30 before I finally drifted off to sleep.
I'm having a hard time getting motivated to think about homework or school right now, so I'm forcing myself to start working on packing and cleaning. So far, so good, but I still have lots more to do. Going through Tana-related and wedding- related stuff has been hard; it seems like every box I open has a card, love note, or something that she gave me while we were together. I've gotten to the point where I'll see her handwriting and stuff it into a box. I can't bring myself to throw any of that stuff away, and who knows maybe I'll want it to look back on in future years. We'll see, I guess. I'm just really looking forward to being out of here- too many memories, too many reminders, too much heartache and loneliness.
And even more, I can't wait to get back to North Carolina. San Diego is nice, but it's not my home, and it's really not my kind of folks.
