When I moved to new town I made three friends fast and it was great. The four of us had coffee, girl's dinners and laughs together. Then one friend moved away. We were down to a threesome. Just got the news today that the glue of our group is fleeing the nutmeg state too. One one hand I am quite happy for her because my instincts say she is going to be much happier in her new home, 2,000 miles away, on the other hand JEEZUS! I ONLY HAVE TWO FRIENDS HERE AND YOU CAN'T LEAVE. THINK OF ME!!
When the one person I spent all of my time with in high school turned his back on me, I realized what was happening and make the conscious effort to make plans with all the people I was school-friends but not weekend frinds with. I figured I had learned my lesson. Now here I sit, almost down to a single friend and the sad news is that I don't know scores of other women I want to spend time with.
I am selfishly sad sad sad over this one.
In the mean time, Josh, Evan and me seem to be sharing some kind of intestinal distress illness. Holy holy. I am on my knees asking the universe to stop this one. It's pre-summer, which is technically the last few weeks of school when I can not stand the reality that school still exists, and I have one foot out the door, and order a ton of pizza because cooking is so school year behavior, and all I want is v a c a t i o n.
Except, I don't want to be glued to the bathroom during my v a c a t i o n I want to be running around carefree with my camera making sweet sweet work that will go over like gangbusters during my summer session at school this summer. (Cue the Koolaid guy to come crashing through the wall right now) Oh yeah.
Speaking of taking photographs, I went to utopia because I had to meet the audio guy there to show him how some jerk tried to steal the outdoor speaker from our patio and broke and left it there. But I went early to photograph, and ended up spending over two hours chatting with the sentry instead of photographing. The good thing that came of it was some super ideas for photographing, and I didn't have a polarizing lens (it arrived this afternoon! Yay UPS) anyway, so since it was blazing sunny today I figured I would just go see things and maybe take some rehearsal photos to retake when my polarizing filter showed up. I am going back this weekend and unfortunately I will be dragging Josh around, but that's the price he's going to have to pay to have a famous photographer mother! I have no sympathy. Shall we discuss his labor? I think he can handle it.
The sentry was talking some kind of nonsnse shit about putting her house on the market, but I am blocking that all out. Can't deal.
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