Blogging while buzzed
Blogging, in yellow.
Just a bit intoxicated.
Nothing to be worried about, certainly... and I'm not driving. I'm down in Normal, of all places; the night before GenCon. Chris and I came down to crash at Andy's new apartment ( he's a good friend and a Lit major here ) before we head to the convention tomorrow. We did a bit of partying; that would make twice in one week ( technically ), which is a bit much for me. But I'll live. I'm with friends.
This is the first real time I've spent on the campus of ISU since leaving here 13 years ago. It has the kind of easy familiarity of an old, comfy shirt you haven't seen in year, but stumble upon while cleaning. I breathe it in, and images of days and months and years past wash over me.
I remember the summer Miami Girl and I shared here; a pre-session class in Statistics, days together, mornings tossing and turning on a bed in her apartment. Getting used to being with her, learning about her. The slow build to that first kiss. Feeling for the first time I was with someone very sharp, and smiling broadly because of it.
I remember her being over that night before I went to the ER with meningitis, being worried and compassionate. To hear her talk of it now, the girl she was back then, she had no idea who she was at that point in her life... a confused, entangled girl.
But even though she's grown so much, even though she has seen so much and defined herself so very well... the hint of the caring, compassionate woman she was to become could be found in the girl that stayed over with a -very- sick boyfriend... holding him when he was barely aware of anything around him.
Then 15 years later... well. It's a small world, sometimes.
In a good way.
Off to bed, breathing Normal air, the distant sounds of a college winding down it's summer before the fall semester begins blowing in the air like the leaves that are coming.
Just a bit intoxicated.
Nothing to be worried about, certainly... and I'm not driving. I'm down in Normal, of all places; the night before GenCon. Chris and I came down to crash at Andy's new apartment ( he's a good friend and a Lit major here ) before we head to the convention tomorrow. We did a bit of partying; that would make twice in one week ( technically ), which is a bit much for me. But I'll live. I'm with friends.
This is the first real time I've spent on the campus of ISU since leaving here 13 years ago. It has the kind of easy familiarity of an old, comfy shirt you haven't seen in year, but stumble upon while cleaning. I breathe it in, and images of days and months and years past wash over me.
I remember the summer Miami Girl and I shared here; a pre-session class in Statistics, days together, mornings tossing and turning on a bed in her apartment. Getting used to being with her, learning about her. The slow build to that first kiss. Feeling for the first time I was with someone very sharp, and smiling broadly because of it.
I remember her being over that night before I went to the ER with meningitis, being worried and compassionate. To hear her talk of it now, the girl she was back then, she had no idea who she was at that point in her life... a confused, entangled girl.
But even though she's grown so much, even though she has seen so much and defined herself so very well... the hint of the caring, compassionate woman she was to become could be found in the girl that stayed over with a -very- sick boyfriend... holding him when he was barely aware of anything around him.
Then 15 years later... well. It's a small world, sometimes.
In a good way.
Off to bed, breathing Normal air, the distant sounds of a college winding down it's summer before the fall semester begins blowing in the air like the leaves that are coming.
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