Lost in the K-hole
Okay, so I wasn't lost in the K-hole but apparently the people I hung out with late Friday night were, or so they kept saying. Needless to say, I've had an interesting weekend - somewhat interesting, anyhow.
Friday night was at the church first, with blues band and "African children's choir" - they had a kind of fundraiser auction, too, and I got a couple things like a one-month membership at the ymca. Then it was downtown for a great show with The Fussy Part and Grand Theft Bus - always a great time with those guys. Got a good dance in, to boot. Then after the show was over (2am), drove a couple people home and then went to Bonnie's (Amy sister) place and hung out with the chemical heads. You can always count on having an interesting time when you walk in and people are snorting white powder on the table. Ketamine: cat tranquilizer. Oh boy. I certainly had the option to join, but no thanks. Chilled out, good music, silly people. Up to Amy's for cuddling, tee hee. Kinda cool, I haven't had anybody like that for a while.
Saturday. It's funny, I had just mentioned that afternoon that I never really hung out with James outside of church and just a few hours later, early that evening, he called and asked if I wanted to do something. I was pretty tired and losing my voice, but I decided I'd take advantage of the opportunity. Then something strange happened - the moment I met up with James at Chapter's, my sister called and she was sounding quite upset. She could barely get her words out and when I asked her if she was alright, she said, "not really." I went to pick her up right away. She wasn't hurt, physically. My little sister just had her little heart broken that's all. awww. The funny thing was, she said, "I don't know how I'm going to explain this to mom and dad." It's obviously sad that she can't tell her parents that she broke up with her girlfriend. Actually, she might have told my mom, but I doubt it. They were talking last night when I went to bed because my mom really wanted to know what happened. My mom's a bit nosy, and I think I take after her like that. Maybe it's not called nosy, though, when you want to know what's happening in your daughter's life. Well, we all watched a movie together (Cast Away) and had a nice relaxing evening.
Now it's Sunday and I'm at Amy's (again) but she's out with Marilyn because ... well, maybe it's private and I won't get into it. I had brunch with her and her family. Yeah, I know how it sounds, "this is getting serious." hah. I don't think so, but anyway, it doesn't matter, everybody's happy and I'm just going with the flow. Now here's something funny. I've been going to this discussion class on Sunday mornings, right, and I've been meaning to speak up and say something about the fact that, well, I don't have the same views on the bible as everybody there. Well, looks like I've really got my chance. The guy who leads the class Dr. Adanouga, he's going to Africa for a couple of weeks with a group from the church that are doing a kind of "medical mission" to Senegal, and he asked me if I would lead the class on one of those weeks. I told him I'd like to meet up with him and talk to him about it first. Of course he wanted to do that, anyway, but I feel like I probably have to "come out" to him at this time about where I stand. Can you believe it hasn't come out already? I just get really nervous and scared when I have to tell the truth about this, probably just because it's so easy to just play along and conform. Isn't that sick though?
Well, I hope that's enough and it satisfies you by making up for two missing posts. I'm going to lie on the couch, let the computer serenade me, and wait for Amy.
Friday night was at the church first, with blues band and "African children's choir" - they had a kind of fundraiser auction, too, and I got a couple things like a one-month membership at the ymca. Then it was downtown for a great show with The Fussy Part and Grand Theft Bus - always a great time with those guys. Got a good dance in, to boot. Then after the show was over (2am), drove a couple people home and then went to Bonnie's (Amy sister) place and hung out with the chemical heads. You can always count on having an interesting time when you walk in and people are snorting white powder on the table. Ketamine: cat tranquilizer. Oh boy. I certainly had the option to join, but no thanks. Chilled out, good music, silly people. Up to Amy's for cuddling, tee hee. Kinda cool, I haven't had anybody like that for a while.
Saturday. It's funny, I had just mentioned that afternoon that I never really hung out with James outside of church and just a few hours later, early that evening, he called and asked if I wanted to do something. I was pretty tired and losing my voice, but I decided I'd take advantage of the opportunity. Then something strange happened - the moment I met up with James at Chapter's, my sister called and she was sounding quite upset. She could barely get her words out and when I asked her if she was alright, she said, "not really." I went to pick her up right away. She wasn't hurt, physically. My little sister just had her little heart broken that's all. awww. The funny thing was, she said, "I don't know how I'm going to explain this to mom and dad." It's obviously sad that she can't tell her parents that she broke up with her girlfriend. Actually, she might have told my mom, but I doubt it. They were talking last night when I went to bed because my mom really wanted to know what happened. My mom's a bit nosy, and I think I take after her like that. Maybe it's not called nosy, though, when you want to know what's happening in your daughter's life. Well, we all watched a movie together (Cast Away) and had a nice relaxing evening.
Now it's Sunday and I'm at Amy's (again) but she's out with Marilyn because ... well, maybe it's private and I won't get into it. I had brunch with her and her family. Yeah, I know how it sounds, "this is getting serious." hah. I don't think so, but anyway, it doesn't matter, everybody's happy and I'm just going with the flow. Now here's something funny. I've been going to this discussion class on Sunday mornings, right, and I've been meaning to speak up and say something about the fact that, well, I don't have the same views on the bible as everybody there. Well, looks like I've really got my chance. The guy who leads the class Dr. Adanouga, he's going to Africa for a couple of weeks with a group from the church that are doing a kind of "medical mission" to Senegal, and he asked me if I would lead the class on one of those weeks. I told him I'd like to meet up with him and talk to him about it first. Of course he wanted to do that, anyway, but I feel like I probably have to "come out" to him at this time about where I stand. Can you believe it hasn't come out already? I just get really nervous and scared when I have to tell the truth about this, probably just because it's so easy to just play along and conform. Isn't that sick though?
Well, I hope that's enough and it satisfies you by making up for two missing posts. I'm going to lie on the couch, let the computer serenade me, and wait for Amy.
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