The Goodbye Party
Jun. 6th, 2003 12:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
urbandruidFeeling nervous and vaguely crappy, restless and bored and a little depressed. Or maybe it's just the heat. Waiting for the postman, the UPS guy, somebody, to bring my eBay stuff. Waiting for my new X-men movie Rogue figure to finish airing out in the living room so I can put her on my desk with everyting else, without being asphyxiated by the horrid smell of new plastic.
Trying not to think that this is the day of the goodbye party, and how bittersweet it all is. And I know- I mean I just know that Will and Keith won't show up. What the hell kind of party is it going to be without Will's "so I had this character once..." stories, or the "once I had this Tremere plot..." ones? Or Keith telling the ones he always does, making fun of a guy we all used to know...
It's not like they're moving to Arizona, too. But I don't think I will ever see them again, either. We're not that good of friends, and they aren't organized, or focused the way the rest of us are. We're losing the glue that holds us together.
I want to take my digicam tonight, but it doesn't have a case yet, and I am terrified of what might happen to it. Lindsay, what do you do with yours? I'm determined to work out something here, even if I haven't got a clue how I'm managing the camera, a six-pack of beer, and the bag of Oreos I'm bringing along for the potluck. (Not that it's gonna be much of a potluck; Michael's grilling, but if Will and Keith don't show...)
Five to 1:00 now, no mail, no sign of anything else...no email, and surprise of surprises, my phone doesn't ring. I need to be out of here for a while.
I think I'm going to the pool.
Trying not to think that this is the day of the goodbye party, and how bittersweet it all is. And I know- I mean I just know that Will and Keith won't show up. What the hell kind of party is it going to be without Will's "so I had this character once..." stories, or the "once I had this Tremere plot..." ones? Or Keith telling the ones he always does, making fun of a guy we all used to know...
It's not like they're moving to Arizona, too. But I don't think I will ever see them again, either. We're not that good of friends, and they aren't organized, or focused the way the rest of us are. We're losing the glue that holds us together.
I want to take my digicam tonight, but it doesn't have a case yet, and I am terrified of what might happen to it. Lindsay, what do you do with yours? I'm determined to work out something here, even if I haven't got a clue how I'm managing the camera, a six-pack of beer, and the bag of Oreos I'm bringing along for the potluck. (Not that it's gonna be much of a potluck; Michael's grilling, but if Will and Keith don't show...)
Five to 1:00 now, no mail, no sign of anything else...no email, and surprise of surprises, my phone doesn't ring. I need to be out of here for a while.
I think I'm going to the pool.
