2004-08-28
does anyone else hear Happy Trails?
No, I haven't been too busy keeping up with the Joneses to write here. I have just been spending much needed time with a great friend leaving for college. Well, she just left this morning, so I should have used the past tense.
Audra left this morning for Stout. I didn't want to see her go. In a way it was heartbreaking because all of her other friends would rather go to the fair than say goodbye to her. That is the ones who have not already left for their respectful destinations. Sometimes I live vicariously through my friends and their pain is my pain. Not a healthy thing I know. But then, I have never been a healthy kid.
We went walking around town. Stopped at our old elementary school and swang on the swings. There were two little kids with the most vulgar mouths in the world. Granted, I can outswear a sailor on good days, but these kids were nine and six you understand. When they got all cocky and asked how old we were, we promptly replied. They looked a little shocked that number 1.) we were swinging on the swings and number 2.)that we didn't take grief from them just because they were male. Sexism starts earlier every year.
(The most ironic thing is that their father came and told them to get home. He can worry about them being out after dark, but not the fact that they drop the f-bomb at least nine times in one breath.)
We bought cappucinos and mozzerella sticks. Becca came out from the back where she was working and started to talk about a hair dying party she was having. I for one wasn't really listening because she had gobs of sour cream all over her. Her co-workers had it worse. Somehow I don't trust that establishment's service anymore. Needless to say we didn't attend the hair dying party. My hair would run off my head if it saw another dye bottle. Good grief.
Instead, we ended up at Audra's house where her mother treats me like a daughter. We looked at scrapbooks while we laughed until we cried.[I'm using the word we a lot aren't I]At twelve at night, we had a hankering for ice cream, so the three of us got into their diesel truck that sounds like a bus, and bought Haagen-Dazs, donuts, and one gross brownie. When the three of us returned to their house we proceeded to watch "All The Pretty Horses" which, yes my friends, is really all about pretty horses. With a little Matt Damon sex thrown in there.
I went home around two in the morning. Goodbye are the hardest things for me. Not even the big ones, the small ones too. Just saying goodbye to someone who dropped me off is hard. Despite the fact that I know deep down I will see them the next morning at the same bat time. The word chokes me up. Hmm does anyone have Freud's number on hand?[ no...? why not?oh yeah, he's dead. damn]
But Audra I won't see tomorrow. I will not be sitting next to her cracking jokes in band. I can't sit in her Ford Focus anymore listening to "White Rabbit" and The Dropkick Murphys. She will not be there to pick me up when my secretly eighty-five year old hips give out. No more all-nighters and countless amounts of Kwik-Trip cappucinos. See? All this reminiscing will kill me in the end.
In other news:Katie Doyle will be a film star. My black hair is a hit.
This has been your bad-at-goodbyes- diarist. Signing off is choking me up.
Quote of the day:"I'm gonna miss you the most, because you are crazy and I love you for it."-[Audra aka Oods]