My ribs and stomach and cheeks hurt from tonight. It was the GSP reunion, and I did a lot more laughing than I’d expected–enough, in fact, that my whole body aches from it. And I’m tired, but it’s because of that, and it’s a really good tired.
Apparently a lot of my old hall reads this thing (word from your mother, Todd 6), which flatters me to pieces. They also apparently did a lot of stuff this summer that I didn’t know about, which frightens me. I mean, I knew about a lot of stuff they thought I didn’t know about, but then there was MORE stuff, which makes me wonder what they didn’t tell me tonight. Maybe I should implement some kind of surveillance next year, and also not spend all my time on the phone with another RA in another building. Ahem.
I also got to spend a lot of time talking with Jon on the way up and back, and that was a fine thing. The way a certain social circle has settled down in the apartment this year hasn’t exactly driven him out, but circumstances have made it very easy for him to be other places. I understand that, but I’ve missed him. I’d started to forget how well we bounce jokes and ideas off each other. It’s a kind of chemistry that has nothing to do with Meg Ryan movies, and I think it’s worth hanging onto.
Speaking of social circles, I’m also overdue for writing a little miniessay on the case study this apartment has become. Next: The Dog Saga.
