Today was my second Monday and it wasn't anything special, but tomorrow should be fun and next week I'm going to go into the DMV for a new driver's license, since mine expires on my birthday. Don't wanna know what it feels like to live without one, so...
I was just thinking about chance and all the little things that HAD to happen for you to be exactly where you are right now. On top of that, all the stuff that HAD to happen to your parents, and their parents, and everyone all the way down the line. Each breath. Each blink. Each idea. All of those minute details had to happen in order for you to exist. Kind of puts a lot of pressure on your shoulders to actually make something worthy of this happenstance.
Somehow, through the chaos of chance, I bumped into Garrett Sucatre yesterday in the mall at the Apple Store while Katie poked in to say hello to her friend, Myles. This high-school buddy of mine went off to San Jose for a year and finished up at Sac State (I'll have to double-check these facts later) last month with a BA in Something Specific Regarding Communications. Other than the tattoos on the arm, Garrett is pretty much the same person as my memory recalls, but older, out of college, sinking into the flow of the real world, which is always an exciting time to cross paths with anyone. We exchanged numbers and maybe we'll meet up again sometime downtown, or maybe not. Still a neat moment.
Also led to my rediscovery of this old blog I wrote around the start of my senior year at Sonoma State. It was quite the trippy flashback, I tell you what. Interesting that the last entry I wrote was on the day I broke up with AJ for the first time in November of 2008. Reading this made the past feel so far away.
It also distracted me out of two hours of my Saturday afternoon. Oh well.
Kirsten, who I hadn't planned on staying over Thursday night, was still asleep in my bed when I got home from work on Friday. So when Katie arrives a few minutes later and parks across the street, I can't exactly invite Katie up to my room. I ask Katie to meet me at Old Soul in ten minutes, then I'm back upstairs, cleaning, waking Kirsten up and quite literally shoving her out the door.
When I meet Katie in the coffee-shop, it's obvious why I hadn't invited her up to my room, and I know she knows. It's a little awkward at first, but we plow through it and the oddness fades as we find our way out of Old Soul, over to the ATM, through Macy's and then to the Arden Fair Mall. She helps me pick out an outfit for my Peace Corps interview and I have to admit, expensive as it was, the result was great. Afterward, we get appetizers and drinks at Hot Italian and befriend Krista, the bartender, who gives us the drinks for free. Katie and I take home a pizza and a bottle of wine and get back into our LOST marathon after listening to a bit of Yeasayer and sharing a joint by my open bedroom window.
I finish work today and Kirsten comes over to drop off some things and fool around in the bed for a while before she leaves for a closing shift at Weatherstone. I am starting to find our "relationship" to be one of the more captivating self-destructive experiences of daily life. Sex for the sake of sex is addictive. What makes the whole thing stranger is the fact that Kirsten and I are basically regular friends when the lights are on. We don't avoid each other. We're actually rather normal about the whole thing. I admit to it being self-destructive just so no one else can, but in truth I'm not worried about the situation at all. I've made sure to rig the right bridges with dynamite so I can blow them if things go sour.
Met Ellen today, a mermaid from the new Dive Bar.
Shared a moment with Tessa after clocking out. Still no phone number. Which reminds me, I haven't seen Cayla at the bike shop lately. Jenny's still coming over tomorrow for Dark Knight and tempranillo and I'm looking forward to hanging out with a new personality. Met another Hot Italian employee, dark-haired Chloe who thinks the pesto pizza is the best. Haven't said much to the Old Soul office assistant Jessica lately. Reached a point where I've overwhelmed my ability to formulate "What If Scenarios" and have since cared less about flirting and worried more about keeping plans.
Visited my family on Wednesday, as well as Sean, and both visits were great.
And here are some stylized photos from Hidden Falls:
- Left to Fry
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