Ode to My Friends
I have been off from my other occupation all week (This blog being my first j-o-b, clearly) and it has given me a lot of time to think, lie in my backyard on my MSE beach chair from the Shore House '05, fixate on my cell phone in hopes that I can lull it to ring, run 3+ miles each day in random Bergen County parks, play with my Ipod for hours on end, listen to a ton of P. Benatar, and shop. A lot. Most importantly, this week has given me time to rekindle some friendships that have slipped through the cracks in the past few months due to me being trapped in my own personal Hell for awhile. Ali and I discussed the fact that
"Once the Vernal Equinox hits, I just want to go out every night."
I think this is a common thing among teachers. In my Vernal Equinox transition, I start to make more phone calls (aka- Needy drunk texts) and feel the need to take Happy Hours out of the "Friday Only" box and put it into the "Everyday after 8 I should be Happy" container that it belongs. As Monday's post goes to show, I hit the vino a little too hard this week (Perhaps making up for the disappointment of nixing the August Italy trip?!?!? Nah, I just love the vino!) Anyway, as I drunk texted (Is texted a word??? Somebody look in the OED...) or called friends I haven't spoken to in awhile, I realized that I have a canon of great friends (including family as friends.)
Why this epiphany, you may be thinking? No, I did not have a glass today while sitting in the yard (but that would have been lovely...) I just have friends for different reasons and that's lucky. I have a Pool/Gym Friend who is like my little Brother who should actually be 27 and if he went to high school/college/Grant with me my life would be soooo much funnier. I have a friend who will drop everything to go explore NYC haunts/Washington/VT/Other Random places where my family lives that I don't know about yet but will get a vacay out of, and whom I never get sick of. I have a few friends who call me wasted and leave me J-Lo songs or "You Gotta Hundred Dollar Bill Put Yo Hands Up..." and scream my full name on the phone when they've heard something that they think I might seriously need to know latenight on a schoolnight. I have friends that sing songs about Rice-a-Roni recipes with me and obsess over PF's, Sangria ("Gria"), and Jason Bourne movies (Why Naples? Why now?) I think it's good that I can keep up with friends from college or people who left my school or the pools and yet everyone understands that we are all busy and not in eachother's lives everyday so we have to be flexible. (OMG, I am so deep right now. WTF?)
Sorry for the Deep Thoughts but I am very grateful to have any friends. Now I gtg watch some TV. I think "Don't Tell Mom The Babysitter's Dead" is on for the 3,879th time since January and I don't want to miss when Melissa Crandle says
"You shoulda seen the Gza Gza diamond ring he bought for Cynthia!"
"It was a chip!"
L-O-L-O-L-O-L-O-VE IT!
On a side note, I just realized that wearing A&F cutoff sweatshorts, a Juicy hoodie, a beater, and Cole Haan driving mocassins does not constitute a good outfit. What is going on with me?
"Once the Vernal Equinox hits, I just want to go out every night."
I think this is a common thing among teachers. In my Vernal Equinox transition, I start to make more phone calls (aka- Needy drunk texts) and feel the need to take Happy Hours out of the "Friday Only" box and put it into the "Everyday after 8 I should be Happy" container that it belongs. As Monday's post goes to show, I hit the vino a little too hard this week (Perhaps making up for the disappointment of nixing the August Italy trip?!?!? Nah, I just love the vino!) Anyway, as I drunk texted (Is texted a word??? Somebody look in the OED...) or called friends I haven't spoken to in awhile, I realized that I have a canon of great friends (including family as friends.)
Why this epiphany, you may be thinking? No, I did not have a glass today while sitting in the yard (but that would have been lovely...) I just have friends for different reasons and that's lucky. I have a Pool/Gym Friend who is like my little Brother who should actually be 27 and if he went to high school/college/Grant with me my life would be soooo much funnier. I have a friend who will drop everything to go explore NYC haunts/Washington/VT/Other Random places where my family lives that I don't know about yet but will get a vacay out of, and whom I never get sick of. I have a few friends who call me wasted and leave me J-Lo songs or "You Gotta Hundred Dollar Bill Put Yo Hands Up..." and scream my full name on the phone when they've heard something that they think I might seriously need to know latenight on a schoolnight. I have friends that sing songs about Rice-a-Roni recipes with me and obsess over PF's, Sangria ("Gria"), and Jason Bourne movies (Why Naples? Why now?) I think it's good that I can keep up with friends from college or people who left my school or the pools and yet everyone understands that we are all busy and not in eachother's lives everyday so we have to be flexible. (OMG, I am so deep right now. WTF?)
Sorry for the Deep Thoughts but I am very grateful to have any friends. Now I gtg watch some TV. I think "Don't Tell Mom The Babysitter's Dead" is on for the 3,879th time since January and I don't want to miss when Melissa Crandle says
"You shoulda seen the Gza Gza diamond ring he bought for Cynthia!"
"It was a chip!"
L-O-L-O-L-O-L-O-VE IT!
On a side note, I just realized that wearing A&F cutoff sweatshorts, a Juicy hoodie, a beater, and Cole Haan driving mocassins does not constitute a good outfit. What is going on with me?
posted by j-digs at 2:39 PM
1 Comments:
I know EXACTLY what you mean. My social life is seriously hurting. I see the freakin' Starbucks barista's more than I see my friends (They know my name). I can't wait until this week is over so I won't be a hermit anymore. After I get re-acquainted with my friends, I'll write a blog about how much I appreciate them. "Don't tell Mom" is the Bomb! " I'm right on top of that Rose!", " Dishes are DONE man!" and " It's a rat-race and it SUCKS Kenny!" are good quotes, to name a few.
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