I'll get to that in a moment; first I have to comment on the mexican fiesta that Becky and I hosted at the "Love Shack." I felt like a big goober walking into the apartment carrying 2 giant sombreros, 2 bags of chips, and (blush) toilet paper.
Yeah, it was very obviously a mexican fiesta.
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Anywho, long story short, much alcohol was consumed, many songs were butchered, the fucking cops showed up (oops), and then Skin-a-max. Oh, God bless the pseudo-porn. We watched this horrible movie called "The Bare Wench Project." And the worst part about it was that there was no sex at all in the movie. Just a lot of inappropriate fondling. Unfortunately I fell asleep somewhere in the middle and now I'm gonna have to rent it so I know how it ends.
All I know is that I woke up somewhere around 4:30 this morning lying in the floor wondering what had happened to the movie.
And "Dance, Dance Revolution" is far too difficult when you've been partooking in beveraverages.
That's just a little FYI. Do with it what you will.
While I did have a good time getting to meet lots of new people and hang out with several that I barely knew, my glee was stifled this morning, when I received a disturbing email from my mother.
My grandpa has Alzheimer's.
I know it's not the end of the world, but I guess it just feels like the beginning of the end. I know now that my grandfather, a man who served in World War II, a man who was at one time the only male in my life that I could count on and look to as a father figure, is one day going to not know who I am.
And this is painful and scary.
I guess I'm just really upset that he's been put through so much this year. Jesus, the man had cancer, a hernia, pneumonia, and had all of his remining teeth pulled out, was hospitalized for dehydration...I wonder if I'm leaving anything out. All in the past 9 fucking months.
Sometimes I wonder what God is doing.
The more I thought about it, too, what really made me angry was that my mom wrote an email to tell me this. A fucking email. For God's sakes, I do volunteer work IN this field. It's not like I don't know what happens to these people. She just sort of wrote it in passing, too. Like, oh, by the way, your grandfather has Alzheimers's.
Casey and Becky, thank you so much for your help and support. I really appreciate you guys. You've really been here for me today, and I couldn't ask to be around better people.
And Matt, well, what else could I say to you that I haven't already said? If there was a word that means more than thank you, I would use it. You're fabulous.
Haha. You're like the second person to ever see me cry or something. Don't you feel lucky?
You should all know that I woke poor Matt up from a much needed nap, and he bolted over here in a heartbeat without my even having to ask.
There will be no going to the gay bar for us tonight. I'm definitely glad that Becky wasn't feeling up to it as well. I love me some drag shows, believe me, but I wasn't in the mood for it tonight. I just need some time to reflect.
I guess this just doesn't feel real. I feel like I'm living a bad dream.
My apologies and a farewell??? - 2005-10-20
It should be Friday somewhere. - 2005-10-03
It's Friday again! - 2005-10-01
Amendment to previous entry... - 2005-09-26
Longer than I intended. It's to tide you over for another week. - 2005-09-23