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The Goodbye Party, part II
Jun. 8th, 2003 12:35 amActually it's a bit late for the 14 icon, but I made the thing, so I'm going to use it anyway, damnit.
The party was wonderful and sad. Jonni's dad was there to help them move, so I got to meet him. It seemed like forever I was over there, but really it wasn't very long by comparison; usually I'm out much later with them, but they had a busy day tomorrow- which is now yesterday. They forgot about my Oreos (the kids will like them when they're found, though) and nobody drank my Blue Sky except me, and I drank more of it than I should have; Michael decided I hadn't had quite enough to drink. He's not really happy at these parties unless he's tossing alcohol at me. Very strange.
I almost didn't make it at all. We got in the car to drive over there, and the bloody thing wouldn't start. Gods, I hate that Toyota. I know it's old and it gets overheated, and it was really bad that day, but damnit it always does this. My birthday, days I have tests I have to make at school... Argh! We beat it into submission, though; Mom poured half a Coke bottle's worth of coolant into it (probably too much, but none's leaked out yet, which I think is a bad sign) and I swore at it for a while. And I made it.
Will showed up a bit after I did, which surprised me. No Keith, but that's alright- Will brought steak, which he and Michael barbecued.
The animals are going crazy. And they have a new puppy, a Saluki. She's adorable. Tyr, the border collie, thinks she's a great toy, of course. The cat thinks everybody is on crack, and the bird- the bird is just bitchy. No, seriously. She's a cockatoo, very pretty, but she's always had an attitude problem, and now she's worse. I have never liked the bird. More to the point, I have never really trusted the bird, not even when I watched the animals for them last fall and had to feed them all.
I forgot to take the Blue Sky with me when I left, but decided right away not to go back for it. I said my goodbyes. Doing them over again would be harder.
I know moving away is what they have to do, that it's the best thing for them and that in the long run they're going to be better off there. But I can't help missing them like crazy.
I think that I have terrible luck with friends, that I am destined to not have them in the places where I live. They move away or stab me in the back, and neither is fun. And I know we'll try to stay in touch, but sometimes you just drift away from people who move, and there's nothing you can do about that... *sigh*
The party was wonderful and sad. Jonni's dad was there to help them move, so I got to meet him. It seemed like forever I was over there, but really it wasn't very long by comparison; usually I'm out much later with them, but they had a busy day tomorrow- which is now yesterday. They forgot about my Oreos (the kids will like them when they're found, though) and nobody drank my Blue Sky except me, and I drank more of it than I should have; Michael decided I hadn't had quite enough to drink. He's not really happy at these parties unless he's tossing alcohol at me. Very strange.
I almost didn't make it at all. We got in the car to drive over there, and the bloody thing wouldn't start. Gods, I hate that Toyota. I know it's old and it gets overheated, and it was really bad that day, but damnit it always does this. My birthday, days I have tests I have to make at school... Argh! We beat it into submission, though; Mom poured half a Coke bottle's worth of coolant into it (probably too much, but none's leaked out yet, which I think is a bad sign) and I swore at it for a while. And I made it.
Will showed up a bit after I did, which surprised me. No Keith, but that's alright- Will brought steak, which he and Michael barbecued.
The animals are going crazy. And they have a new puppy, a Saluki. She's adorable. Tyr, the border collie, thinks she's a great toy, of course. The cat thinks everybody is on crack, and the bird- the bird is just bitchy. No, seriously. She's a cockatoo, very pretty, but she's always had an attitude problem, and now she's worse. I have never liked the bird. More to the point, I have never really trusted the bird, not even when I watched the animals for them last fall and had to feed them all.
I forgot to take the Blue Sky with me when I left, but decided right away not to go back for it. I said my goodbyes. Doing them over again would be harder.
I know moving away is what they have to do, that it's the best thing for them and that in the long run they're going to be better off there. But I can't help missing them like crazy.
I think that I have terrible luck with friends, that I am destined to not have them in the places where I live. They move away or stab me in the back, and neither is fun. And I know we'll try to stay in touch, but sometimes you just drift away from people who move, and there's nothing you can do about that... *sigh*
