there are times when i am doing something, or being somewhere and it is all so familiar. not deja vu, something much more concrete.
last night was one of those nights.
i swore i was in dallas again.
it started yesterday afternoon.
i got off work at noon, and determined to do something fun, decided to not go home.
i ended up driving around for four hours or so, and then went home defeated.
fast forward to a few hours later.
i had finished my reese's pieces and my one liter mountain dew; had watched whatever lame tv movie was on for the night; tired and dressed for bed i was just counting down the hours until i could go to sleep.
but then the phone rang.
"hello?"
"hey, ryan. i completly forgot to invite you but there is this concert tonight and a little afterparty following it if you want to come. the concert has already started but you can probably make the end of it."
"how much longer will the concert be going on?"
"i think it goes till ten."
i looked at my watch. it was 9:35. it was a fifteen minute drive.
i scrambled to get dressed and ran to the car. if i caught the end of the show, i could at least go to the party.
i needed this, i thought.
i need to get out more. meet some new people. hell, any people would be great.
as i approached the part of town where the concert was, i began going over the directions i heard over the phone.
on the corner of cascade and nevada.
cascade and nevada.
dont those streets run parrallel to each other?
sure enough they do.
ten minutes later i found nevada and some other street that starts with a c, and the car of the person who invited me.
i found a place to park and started walking the half block back to where the venue was.
i saw the car of the person who invited me drive off.
the concert was over.
the building was cold and lifeless.
everyone was gone.
i went home and went to bed.
i dont know why i am telling this story.
i really dont.
i dont think its because i want sympathy or feel the need to remind myself that life sucks.
life doesnt suck.
i am enjoying 99% of my stay here in colorado springs.
it is that other one percent that was represented in my mood last night.
like how when you look at a jigsaw puzzle with only one piece missing, your gaze becomes transfixed on that one empty hole instead of the beauty of the rest of the picture.
its amazing how big of a hole the lack of a friend can make.
8:10 a.m. - 2004-03-28
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