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Memories - friends and family
Sep. 6th, 2012 08:24 ami. Heather and I are up in the mountains; our parents are still in England and we've decided to do a sister getaway. She purchases this silly looking bear puppet (god, I need to find that) that we name and promptly take a million goofy ass pictures of in various poses with us. That night, she laughs as I splutter my way through a moonshine drink, wisely sticking with her Diet Coke.
ii. College, back when Heather, Tonya and I live in the same dorm - across the hall and next to each other - but we still participate in 'sleepovers'. Inflated mattress with us laughing and giggling under the Christmas bulb lights that lined the white dorm walls, punch drunk and sleepy; the next day, Heather and I'll probably fight over something stupid with an exasperated Tonya looking on but, tonight, it's laughter at 3 in the morning.
iii. The restaurant is crowded and our table can't hold any more food - but more is coming and Lauren and I are looking forward to it with a kind of resigned horror. Another glass of wine, another plate of food (no, too full - wait, ooh, chicken lollypops, okay, maybe one more) and the time slips by too quickly.
iv. "If you come over, bring your pjs." I sit in Mindy's kitchen as she bustles around, making the lusted after Cheese Soup just for me, as John fiddles with the video camera. Eventually he gives up; we end up curled up on the couch, watching Buffy DVDs, with hot bowls cradled in our laps as the rain drums on the rooftop.
v. Our shoulders brush as we stand at the counter for the wine tasting; he's not a fan of white, so dad slips me his portions after he's had a token sip. He's waiting for the reds. Gone are the looks he used to give me in my early twenties when I used to order a drink - he's glad now, I think, of having someone to enjoy a glass of wine with. I grin, slightly tipsy, and convince him to take to me Wegmans after.
We learn a valuable lesson that day - never let me order fish after a wine tasting. We arrive home with three pounds of salmon for dinner. We eat it for a week.
vi. Karen stops by my desk at work, hands blue, or green, sometimes if the toner's gone in the color copier - it must lunch time. Friday sees us at the Thai place one block over; they know what we order, tea for her and Coke for me with the peanut dish for both of us, and we spend our hour in the quiet little place that no longer exists.
vii. It's not long before Christmas and mom and I are at the mall - I have no idea what I want for a gift, so we're setting off to find it. She slips her arm through mine and we stroll the length of the mall, dodging children and what seems to be every person in the DC area. Something is finally found but we stop to share a pretzel and a soda; we both hate crowds but we're okay because we're together. We'll go somewhere quiet for lunch, we say, and press on.
viii. Peering closely at an exhibit, I listen with half an ear as Dex and Alasdair discuss about another one; I can see Aisy and Rossi on the other side of me, through the glass, bent slightly to read tiny script detailing the history of something else. My feet hurt but I'm riding high on birthday celebrations - it's a delightful way to cap off another birthday trip to Toronto.
ix. Tonya and I are cursing - college, again, and she's playing Final Fantasy X. Goddamn chocobos! She hands me the controller and it's my turn to curse; this sword, I say, handing the controller back over to her, better be made of gold. She laughs, but only for a moment, because she's too busy yelling at the game again.
x. Heather's wearing a ridiculous knitted fox hat thing, even though it's warmish out as we sit down to eat. The sun's shining as we order our food - the water's next to us and the lobsters will be as big as our heads. My parents laugh and snap a picture of the two of us, heads close together, me with a short haircut and her with the ridiculous hat.
(My brain did a kind of ... memory dump on me in my dreams. The good times are what keeps me going; if I didn't mention you here, it's not because I don't have wonderful memories of us but, instead, because I have too many and would end up spilling over god knows how many words.)
ii. College, back when Heather, Tonya and I live in the same dorm - across the hall and next to each other - but we still participate in 'sleepovers'. Inflated mattress with us laughing and giggling under the Christmas bulb lights that lined the white dorm walls, punch drunk and sleepy; the next day, Heather and I'll probably fight over something stupid with an exasperated Tonya looking on but, tonight, it's laughter at 3 in the morning.
iii. The restaurant is crowded and our table can't hold any more food - but more is coming and Lauren and I are looking forward to it with a kind of resigned horror. Another glass of wine, another plate of food (no, too full - wait, ooh, chicken lollypops, okay, maybe one more) and the time slips by too quickly.
iv. "If you come over, bring your pjs." I sit in Mindy's kitchen as she bustles around, making the lusted after Cheese Soup just for me, as John fiddles with the video camera. Eventually he gives up; we end up curled up on the couch, watching Buffy DVDs, with hot bowls cradled in our laps as the rain drums on the rooftop.
v. Our shoulders brush as we stand at the counter for the wine tasting; he's not a fan of white, so dad slips me his portions after he's had a token sip. He's waiting for the reds. Gone are the looks he used to give me in my early twenties when I used to order a drink - he's glad now, I think, of having someone to enjoy a glass of wine with. I grin, slightly tipsy, and convince him to take to me Wegmans after.
We learn a valuable lesson that day - never let me order fish after a wine tasting. We arrive home with three pounds of salmon for dinner. We eat it for a week.
vi. Karen stops by my desk at work, hands blue, or green, sometimes if the toner's gone in the color copier - it must lunch time. Friday sees us at the Thai place one block over; they know what we order, tea for her and Coke for me with the peanut dish for both of us, and we spend our hour in the quiet little place that no longer exists.
vii. It's not long before Christmas and mom and I are at the mall - I have no idea what I want for a gift, so we're setting off to find it. She slips her arm through mine and we stroll the length of the mall, dodging children and what seems to be every person in the DC area. Something is finally found but we stop to share a pretzel and a soda; we both hate crowds but we're okay because we're together. We'll go somewhere quiet for lunch, we say, and press on.
viii. Peering closely at an exhibit, I listen with half an ear as Dex and Alasdair discuss about another one; I can see Aisy and Rossi on the other side of me, through the glass, bent slightly to read tiny script detailing the history of something else. My feet hurt but I'm riding high on birthday celebrations - it's a delightful way to cap off another birthday trip to Toronto.
ix. Tonya and I are cursing - college, again, and she's playing Final Fantasy X. Goddamn chocobos! She hands me the controller and it's my turn to curse; this sword, I say, handing the controller back over to her, better be made of gold. She laughs, but only for a moment, because she's too busy yelling at the game again.
x. Heather's wearing a ridiculous knitted fox hat thing, even though it's warmish out as we sit down to eat. The sun's shining as we order our food - the water's next to us and the lobsters will be as big as our heads. My parents laugh and snap a picture of the two of us, heads close together, me with a short haircut and her with the ridiculous hat.
(My brain did a kind of ... memory dump on me in my dreams. The good times are what keeps me going; if I didn't mention you here, it's not because I don't have wonderful memories of us but, instead, because I have too many and would end up spilling over god knows how many words.)