Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder
I went to dinner tonight with my old high school group of friends. Most of these people I haven't seen or spoken to in any great length for almost 2 years, and until Kaitlyn called the other day to make plans, I haven't really given any of them much thought.
My mistake.
I couldn't believe how easily everybody slipped back into their same old roles. No matter where we'd been, or what we'd been doing, suddenly everybody's personality reverted back to senior year. Luckily for most of these people that's not a bad thing.
Kaitlyn in particular was always someone that I could count on being able to look at across the table, and know what she was thinking, and know that she could read me just as well. I haven't seen her for at least 6 months, but there was no lapse. I could still look at her, and know exactly what was running through her head. It doesn't hurt that she's incredibly fun too.
I drove over to Kaitlyn's place at 7:30, where we were going to be met by Simone, and all of us would then drive to Southpoint together. At 7:40 Kaitlyn got a call, and as soon as I saw her start to smile I said "Simone's lost isn't she?"
Kaitlyn just laughed.
Simone has always been the unintentional comic relief of the group. Our junior year of high school we went to the Special Olympics of Wake County to help cheer (read: monitor) the retards of Green Hope's Sp-Ed program. Simone, in her infinite zeal for all things crafty and pretty made a banner to hang from our "team's" area. In huge, red letters she'd written:
GO GREEN HOPE SPECAIL OLYMPICS!
The girl mispelled "special" on the special olympics banner.
Anway, we made it to Southpoint at 8:20, which adding in Simone-time means we weren't doing so badly. Everyone else had been hanging around outside the mall for a while, so after hugs and handshakes were given all around, we were ready to eat. Unfortunately, none of us had thought of call-ahead seating, and with the Carolina game ongoing (79-67 Heels.) there wasn't an open table in any of the restaraunts available for at least 30 minutes. We finally decided to just put our names down at Maggiano's because they said "25-30 minutes" and that was about the best we could hope for.
I look at the menu, and realize what a bad thing it is to be poor. Everything in the place is $10+, and I'm tempted to just drink water and eat bread because I'm a cheap bastard lately. 2 of my contracts for Durham Tech have finally come through though, which means income, and that's a very good thing.
An expensive plate of spaghetti, and some funny conversation later and we're ready to roll. We leave Maggiano's, and Kaitlyn decides she's ready for some ice cream. I'm a pretty big guy, and I eat a decent amount of food, but I think Kaitlyn could destroy me in any kind of competitive eating contest. She's 5'4"-ish, and weighs maybe 100lbs, an absolutely tiny girl, but can pack it away with the best of them.
We spend most of the ice cream eating time making fun of a girl for her outfit. Listen, honestly- If I look at you and think "Oh, wow. That was a mistake." there's something seriously wrong with what you decided to pull out of your closet. This girl was wearing a white frock? (Ladies that were there, help me out with the right word) over a black shirt, on top of a jean skirt, with black pantyhose that had been cut off at the knees, all over brown high-heeled cowgirl boots.
Simone- "Oh. Someone needs to go slap that girl some sense!"
After shamelessly ripping on this girl for five minutes (she started spinning in circles a couple of times. No particular reason, just spinning) Simone finally got tired of it, and we progressed to the Barnes and Noble to pass some time. I found Kaitlyn a book "The Concise Guide to Becoming a World Dominating Dictator", but she said she already knew all the stuff in there.
It was after the Barnes and Noble browsing that I decided I, A.) Needed to see Simone again soon, and B.) needed to bring a notebook and/or tape recorder with me when I do.
We're standing outside B&N, discussing some random inane subject.
Neal- "Yeah, I'm taking the MCAT in April, and I'll probably be applying to Duke, UNC, and Wake because I don't want to wait a year for my guaranteed spot at Georgetown" (Neal's the overacheiver of the group)
Conrad- "Oh, that's nice. At least the pressure's off."
*General group agreement*
Simone- "I got bit by a cocker spaniel"
I lost it. I couldn't even contain the laughter that developed in the least. I really think that she's not paying any attention to the world around her. Instead, she has a continuous internal dialogue running, which occassionally spills out into the world around her. She gives the rest of us something to talk about for a little while, and then immediately goes back inside her head. Simone, I appreciate you.
As for me, I'm tired and ready for bed. I have Medic class all day tomorrow starting at the asscrack of dawn in bumfuck Durham, so I'm about ready for bed.
McNasty, hope this'll do for a while.
My mistake.
I couldn't believe how easily everybody slipped back into their same old roles. No matter where we'd been, or what we'd been doing, suddenly everybody's personality reverted back to senior year. Luckily for most of these people that's not a bad thing.
Kaitlyn in particular was always someone that I could count on being able to look at across the table, and know what she was thinking, and know that she could read me just as well. I haven't seen her for at least 6 months, but there was no lapse. I could still look at her, and know exactly what was running through her head. It doesn't hurt that she's incredibly fun too.
I drove over to Kaitlyn's place at 7:30, where we were going to be met by Simone, and all of us would then drive to Southpoint together. At 7:40 Kaitlyn got a call, and as soon as I saw her start to smile I said "Simone's lost isn't she?"
Kaitlyn just laughed.
Simone has always been the unintentional comic relief of the group. Our junior year of high school we went to the Special Olympics of Wake County to help cheer (read: monitor) the retards of Green Hope's Sp-Ed program. Simone, in her infinite zeal for all things crafty and pretty made a banner to hang from our "team's" area. In huge, red letters she'd written:
GO GREEN HOPE SPECAIL OLYMPICS!
The girl mispelled "special" on the special olympics banner.
Anway, we made it to Southpoint at 8:20, which adding in Simone-time means we weren't doing so badly. Everyone else had been hanging around outside the mall for a while, so after hugs and handshakes were given all around, we were ready to eat. Unfortunately, none of us had thought of call-ahead seating, and with the Carolina game ongoing (79-67 Heels.) there wasn't an open table in any of the restaraunts available for at least 30 minutes. We finally decided to just put our names down at Maggiano's because they said "25-30 minutes" and that was about the best we could hope for.
I look at the menu, and realize what a bad thing it is to be poor. Everything in the place is $10+, and I'm tempted to just drink water and eat bread because I'm a cheap bastard lately. 2 of my contracts for Durham Tech have finally come through though, which means income, and that's a very good thing.
An expensive plate of spaghetti, and some funny conversation later and we're ready to roll. We leave Maggiano's, and Kaitlyn decides she's ready for some ice cream. I'm a pretty big guy, and I eat a decent amount of food, but I think Kaitlyn could destroy me in any kind of competitive eating contest. She's 5'4"-ish, and weighs maybe 100lbs, an absolutely tiny girl, but can pack it away with the best of them.
We spend most of the ice cream eating time making fun of a girl for her outfit. Listen, honestly- If I look at you and think "Oh, wow. That was a mistake." there's something seriously wrong with what you decided to pull out of your closet. This girl was wearing a white frock? (Ladies that were there, help me out with the right word) over a black shirt, on top of a jean skirt, with black pantyhose that had been cut off at the knees, all over brown high-heeled cowgirl boots.
Simone- "Oh. Someone needs to go slap that girl some sense!"
After shamelessly ripping on this girl for five minutes (she started spinning in circles a couple of times. No particular reason, just spinning) Simone finally got tired of it, and we progressed to the Barnes and Noble to pass some time. I found Kaitlyn a book "The Concise Guide to Becoming a World Dominating Dictator", but she said she already knew all the stuff in there.
It was after the Barnes and Noble browsing that I decided I, A.) Needed to see Simone again soon, and B.) needed to bring a notebook and/or tape recorder with me when I do.
We're standing outside B&N, discussing some random inane subject.
Neal- "Yeah, I'm taking the MCAT in April, and I'll probably be applying to Duke, UNC, and Wake because I don't want to wait a year for my guaranteed spot at Georgetown" (Neal's the overacheiver of the group)
Conrad- "Oh, that's nice. At least the pressure's off."
*General group agreement*
Simone- "I got bit by a cocker spaniel"
I lost it. I couldn't even contain the laughter that developed in the least. I really think that she's not paying any attention to the world around her. Instead, she has a continuous internal dialogue running, which occassionally spills out into the world around her. She gives the rest of us something to talk about for a little while, and then immediately goes back inside her head. Simone, I appreciate you.
As for me, I'm tired and ready for bed. I have Medic class all day tomorrow starting at the asscrack of dawn in bumfuck Durham, so I'm about ready for bed.
McNasty, hope this'll do for a while.
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