Contact Beyond the Screen
I have been very proud of myself for staying home, saving money, and relaxing
this whole week the majority of the week. Recovering from last week’s whiplash was much needed. But, if you are anything like me, you can only maintain hermit status for so long. I needed some human interaction that wasn’t on a screen and conversation that didn’t start with the @ symbol.
The list of friends I had drinks and visited with were as follows:
Friend 1: A friend of over three years, with whom I worked in the service industry while in college. We didn’t exactly get along or really not get along when we initially met, but at some point we became great friends. It perplexes me when these phenomenons occur, and the thing is, almost all of my best friendships happen this way. Indifference towards each other straight to holy-shit-you-complete-me. I guess we just don’t realize how connected we are with our friends until we start thinking about how things were in the beginning. I’ll admit, we had help from a few bonding apparatuses… anything alcoholic and Sex & the City/Taxi Cab Confessions to name a couple.
Friend 2: An older gentleman with whom I became friends because wine. I like to call him Coppola (if you drink wine it makes sense). He is a regular customer at my aforementioned service industry job who drinks nothing but red wine and diet coke. He is also the gentleman who accompanied me on my first real crawfish feast this year. He is in his sixties. The conversations that emerge from his presence are side-splitting. While he berated me for my toenail polishing skills, I berated him for his Demerol and wine induced behavior this past weekend at festival. Apparently I forgot to paint one toenail, but what kind of person notices these things?
Acquaintances Friends 3 and 4: Coppola’s friends. A man named Travis (who also attended the crawfish gorge mentioned above) and his lady friend Janice who is from Kansas. They are also thirty to forty years ahead of us life amateurs. Strangely enough, Janice got stuck on the very topic of Sex & the City. She deemed herself a Samantha of sorts. Hand gestures and suggestive facial expressions were involved. Kansas… who knew? I think we surpassed acquaintance status fairly quickly.
Friend 5: My ex-boyfriend, also from the same service industry job. I suppose when you spend that much time with a bunch of folks your age in an occupation that almost requires partying every night together after closing time, you kind of all become intertwined. If you haven’t guessed yet, I worked in a chain restaurant. Think Waiting minus the health code violations. This guy is one of the only exes I managed to (eventually) remain friends with. Unfortunately, sometimes break ups are too ugly to ever salvage the underlying friendship. Luckily, we both got over it. Then again, last night he was detailing his latest sexcapades one minute and telling my friend that him and I were surely to be married the next. He also likes to quote How I Met Your Mother, incessantly. Good times.
I believe it is safe to say that I accomplished some pretty diverse exchanges last night. Mission accomplished. Now, back to @theinternet.
Also, I like GIFs. It gets unhealthy.
- Beauty Products Inspired by Sex and the City (bellasugar.com)
- Freindship (jahidbd.wordpress.com)
- Adventures in Waitressing (memypackandi.wordpress.com)
Posted on May 4, 2012, in Adventures, How I Knew, Humor, Silly and tagged 25tofly, Becca Cord, blog, Blogging, characters, communication, events, Friends, humor, life, Nails, people, Peronal, Samantha Jones, service industry, Sex & the City, Silly, WordPress. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.