collection of thougths (life)

Ok. I went out last night and had much St. Patrick's Day fun. I meet firefighters from Orlando who had marched in the parade. I heard a band play. While normally, I do not really love the idea of a cover band, the opportunity to hear a James song, followed by Led Zeppelin, followed by a song from the Breakfast Club was actually just what I wanted to hear. The lead singer wore a lot of eye makeup and had a faux hawk. Ever since the Cure, a man who has perfected the smoky eye look really does something for me.

I came home, went to bed, and woke up at 6 this morning. My response to a night out was to watch the first disk of Frontier House with my roommate this morning. Here are some highlights of my running commentary of the morning and reflections on an evening out:

*My roommate has access to a whole lot of me. Since living with her, I have realized that I am a crier. I cry a lot. Not heaving sobs. But, tears (and she says unintelligible language). I cry because of movies (Miracle, the Hurricane)...well, that's basically it. Oh, wait, Oprah's 20 anniversary special also made me cry. And, also, anytime someone tells me good news, like they are getting married, is having a baby, or does something they are proud of. I cry like a baby. Before living with someone, I was not so aware of when I cried. Now, that there is someone watching and I feel the need to share my emotions mid-cry, I really amazed at how much I leak the tears.

*Sweet-haat. I was repeatedly called this during the evening by a man that started out at nice and normal and ended up being crazy-jealous-guy. He was ready to fight people and taxis, very touchy--tried to serve as my human seatbelt, and kept talking crazy. I had no idea that I could have my flight response kick in to hearing things that should be nice in a very different context (i.e. encouraging me to take a taxi home instead of walking, asking me what kind of flowers I like, and discussing our time on the alter together). But, not so much last night. One very funny thing that happened was when my friend described me as an atheist, but she really meant pacifist, and he had had to take her to the side and find out if I really didn't do the God thing. Funny.

*Frontier house is great. Those people are amazing. And, I love the whole Nate and Kristin relationship. Very nice. So good to see people open with one another. If I don't stop, I'm going to start crying again.

*I'm now a little bit nervous about the bridges around me. Last night, another crazy man I met was a Turkish engineer who designed bridges. He offered me crazy drugs and I had to point him away from me with my best first-grade teacher speak--"You, go there." This guy is responsible for keeping zillions of people alive as the cross bridges. What is he doing altering his state?!

Now, I'm running late. I am supposed to be at my family's house in 2 hours for our annual corned beef and cabbage and I'm not even close to ready to go. Ah!