My recent exploits have been all that I could ever want full of our usual hijinx and tom foolery, which are things I have surely missed.
On Wednesday I had a date with a married woman; Toni and I agreed to meet up over hot chocolate to try and suss out our creative pursuits. I felt bad ‘cuz I was tired (I shake my fist at you, timezone!!) and wasn’t all that helpful. But it was fun, it reminded me of meeting with Keith and I’m amused by Toni’s direction with things. Yeah, Toni is definitely a woman ya don’t wanna mess with — when you read the comic in its entirety, you’d understand. I think I’m with Vicki of Wau-con-da on this one: Toni could totally take us in a fight.
We headed out to Wau-con-da together; mountain men were spotted but there was neither eating nor nibbling. It was fun ‘cuz we shot pool together. I had forgotten what a jack ass I am when I don’t get enough sleep. I’m pretty sure there was growling involved and the like. The night was not for naught, of course. I mean, I had fun, and I’d like to think the other assembled had their share of tom foolery. There was definitely hijinx as we walked through the Drive-Thru of Burger King in search of food. I hadn’t done anything like that since my sophomore year of high school band trip to Mackinac Island.
I got to play with creatures. One of ‘em yawned and fell over. It was most amusing and I exclaimed, “Did you just go crazy and fall asleep?” VoW took the little critter out and it ran rampant on my shoulders and back. Ferrets are funny little critters.
Mike drove me back since Addy was parked at his place — hadda pick something up for him and Toni and I decided to car pool. I was totally out of it on the ride home, like I have vague memories of chatting with him, but I was pretty sleepy.
Thursday, I went to the Art Insistute with my dad. It was pretty cool. I like going to places like that with him ‘cuz he knows what he’s talking about when it comes to that stuff. I wish I could see those paintings the way artists do, like understanding technique and all. But I appreciate them for what they are. I always like oil on canvas ‘cuz I find it amazing that the artist can capture tiny details like the fabric of the textiles and the veins of a human.
It’s funny ‘cuz being at the musuem also made me realize how I don’t see things in a big picture. I like looking at the strokes and stuff. It got me thinking about my story. I have an idea of where things are going, but I don’t work the way lots of other people do. I like to see what happens.
The rest of the get-along gang had designs to go ice skating and well, that really isn’t my thing. Stephie ended up calling me and so I went to meet her and Amanda and Curtis Chang at Denny’s on Roselle. I love my sister dearly, but every time I’m around that set of people I remember why I can’t really relate. I mean, they’re all kinds of brilliant and I’m just average. I can’t meet my sister on a lot of levels, but there are at least a few things I can hold my own against. When she’s among her intellectual peers, I don’t really have much to talk about. It wasn’t like they were having them most scintillating of conversations, they were mostly catching up, but hearing about their peers and the like…wow.
I parted company with them around 11:00 PM, as I had an appointment at my Denny’s with Grant, Al, and Kris. It had been quite a while since the four of us hung out together, and it was pretty cool. I’ve missed having conversations with them.
I sat back and marvelled for a moment. I was trying to figure out why it was I could talk easily with them and have conversations with my friends here, when in Japan people are usually playing their DS Lite’s or reading a book. Maybe it was because we have years of friendship behind us and we have lots in common. I don’t know what it is, but I wish I had it in Japan, too. Maybe it would make going back less difficult.
I went to lunch with my mom and brother today and it wasn’t overly awkward. I was shocked my own damn self. I think my brother and I do kinda look alike, or you can at least tell we’re sibs. I asked my mom who she thinks we look like; I guess Jay is more like her and I look more like my dad.
So yeah, that’s what I’ve been up to. Effectively, I only have about three more days here. Something about that really bums me out.
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