the daily snivel
"In between molecules of oxygen and carbon dioxide..."
Today the person I think I love (I'm not a clear-headed observer of such subjective and hormonally driven phenomena, so it's hard to be sure) departed Ottawa for a three-month internship with an NGO in New York City. Practically all of her friends in Ottawa came out last night to wish her well and let her know she would be much missed. She's the sort of person for whom clichés like "life of the party" and "lights up the room" were intended. Someone referred to her today as a "genuine" person -- funny and quick-witted, but also intelligent and thoughtful and sincere. Though the trip was temporary and enviable, she remarked in surprise that it was almost like she was shipping overseas to go to war, what with all cards and hugs and emotional goodbyes she received.
Still, it was a party, and much fun and booze and laughter was had by all. It was, above all else, a happy occasion. The only regret I had on my part was that I spilled most of a pint of Keiths on myself (I am what they refer to as a "spilly talker," what with all my zany gesticulating and all) as I bantered with my friend's younger sister, who is staying for the summer at her apartment and performing on tour in the area. This made a huge mess, though fortunately as we were mopping it up, someone knocked something off a wall and this caused the whole bar to go silent and stare, and this entirely drew any attention away from me and my wet pants.
Even though I had an articling interview at 9am this morning, I stayed out last night until the very end of the party (ie. when the lady of the hour decided it was the end and went home to finish packing and get some sleep). I thought it was important to be out send my pal out in style by (among other things) buying my friend a drink or two and share as many laughs with her as possible, since I wouldn't see her for several months. I am, above all else, a sentimental idiot.
Eventually it was time to go, and we made our way out of the pub into the night air. I'd exerted no small amount of energy into thinking what cool words I would say as a farewell, and eventually managed to babble "So long," when my friend opened her arms to give me a hug. This was very nice, and as we embraced I kissed her cheek. She pulled me in slightly to extend the hug, which made me feel so deliciously warm and fuzzy inside, and she left her hand on my shoulder once we separated. I told her I intended to send her cheezy Ottawa postcards on a regular basis, said goodnight to her sister and her best friend who stood with us, and made my way dizzily out into the night.
I sent the first postcard out today.
Tonight I'm going to the gym, as I have been regularly doing for the past few months. Getting into even better shape is sort of my mission for the summer. It's my hope that, in September, when my friend gets back from New York and we get together again, she won't believe her eyes.
Still, it was a party, and much fun and booze and laughter was had by all. It was, above all else, a happy occasion. The only regret I had on my part was that I spilled most of a pint of Keiths on myself (I am what they refer to as a "spilly talker," what with all my zany gesticulating and all) as I bantered with my friend's younger sister, who is staying for the summer at her apartment and performing on tour in the area. This made a huge mess, though fortunately as we were mopping it up, someone knocked something off a wall and this caused the whole bar to go silent and stare, and this entirely drew any attention away from me and my wet pants.
Even though I had an articling interview at 9am this morning, I stayed out last night until the very end of the party (ie. when the lady of the hour decided it was the end and went home to finish packing and get some sleep). I thought it was important to be out send my pal out in style by (among other things) buying my friend a drink or two and share as many laughs with her as possible, since I wouldn't see her for several months. I am, above all else, a sentimental idiot.
Eventually it was time to go, and we made our way out of the pub into the night air. I'd exerted no small amount of energy into thinking what cool words I would say as a farewell, and eventually managed to babble "So long," when my friend opened her arms to give me a hug. This was very nice, and as we embraced I kissed her cheek. She pulled me in slightly to extend the hug, which made me feel so deliciously warm and fuzzy inside, and she left her hand on my shoulder once we separated. I told her I intended to send her cheezy Ottawa postcards on a regular basis, said goodnight to her sister and her best friend who stood with us, and made my way dizzily out into the night.
I sent the first postcard out today.
Tonight I'm going to the gym, as I have been regularly doing for the past few months. Getting into even better shape is sort of my mission for the summer. It's my hope that, in September, when my friend gets back from New York and we get together again, she won't believe her eyes.
