Charlee's slice:
I turn twenty-two on wednesday. I decided to have two birthday celebrations this year, one for my friends in my current city of residence, the second in the city I spent the first eighteen years of my life. The first celebration turned out to be a little anticlimactic. 15+ people RSVPed to my birthday dinner, only about ten of them showed up. I was expecting at least eight more to meet us out at the bars, but only a few showed up, and half the dinner party dissappeared after we ate. Its a really shitty time to have a party though, it is dead week and everyone has at least one project due early next week, so partying isnt high on their list of priorities. I still had plenty of fun though. Hopefully people will be a little more willing to party in seattle.
Highlights this weekend include: Anny and Jessie P. driving up to celebrate, Jessie S.'s boyfriend giving me a wikipedia entry on the mongolian language for my birthday (for some reason I am not sure of), Rachel and I having a "rave at the bank," drunk dialing haywood and getting to sing to percy instead. Also, getting a text from a certain musician about a party.
downside of the weekend: not being able to attend afore mentioned party.
on a somewhat unrelated topic, Jessie P. and Anny made mention that they along with a few of our close friends are writing a book together. It will be short stories about their expeiriences with love compiled into a book. (this is not entirely unlike mine and rachel's pieblog.) They invited me to write a section if I want to, the only real requirement they made is that it be completely factual. I think the assumption is that I would write about how the guy I was pretty crazy about screwed my roommate/friend. So feeling a bit inspired to start my story I sat down this evening with the intention of at least getting a skeleton for it. I only worked on it for about 20 minutes before I decided that this is not the story I really want to tell. After spending months of mourning over the events that led to the break up of my friendships with these people, I dont really have it in me to sob over it anymore. I've come to terms with it, I'm at peace with it, I'm over it, I'm out of breath over it. I'm better off for it, and now I'm optimistice and ready to leave it in the past. That said, I think I might write about missed connections instead. I just shot anny an email to see what she thinks, and hopefully no one else is going down this road. I think it will be a much lighter topic, and I'm actually kind of excited to write it.
Rachel’s Slice:
Ahhhh, I’ve missed weeks like this. Little to no personal dramas, working hard on school work I care about, just being me. On Friday, the sun was shining beautifully and I had a free afternoon to celebrate turning in the rough draft of my last essay for the quarter. How did I spend it? I took the soft-top off my Jeep, bundled up and took a leisurely drive around town. I literally got butterflies as the wind swept my bangs off my forehead. The anticipation for summer is beginning to heighten as the sun peaks through the clouds. I felt this blissful happiness in just being by myself.
The first part of Charlee’s B-day extravaganza was a good time. I think a mellower weekend was in order after last weekend’s utter insanity. But next weekend should be a return to typical party style. The Pie Girls are taking Seattle by storm—our first outing in the Grunge Capitol since New Year’s in Freemont. This should be awesome. And, I’ve almost convinced the Broman to come out for the festivities. Most would think I’m inviting him out as arm candy for the night, so that I can have a flesh-and-blood person to flirt with rather than send raunchy texts to all night. But honestly, that’s not why. Charlee half suggested the invite, and I only went through with it because I think Broman would have a great time with us. I think it would help to decompress the tension he and I have dealt with the last few times we’ve hung out. I’ve seen the person he is when he’s hanging out with his friends—but he’s never really seen me with mine. I don’t know if he’s ready for it, but it should be educational.
In other news, The Pie Girls are hitting the road in August of 2009! We’ll be visiting a town near you(if you happen to live in a town that is on the route from the greater Seattle area to Fairbanks, Alaska). There’s a Physicist in the frozen North who foolishly agreed to put up with us for a week. I asked him if he can handle us and his reply was, “There’s enough of me to go around.” Big talk—I’m still not convinced he’ll be able to handle just me for an entire week. I honestly adore this guy, and if he were a more manageable distance away, would gladly take myself off the market if he would have me. Try as I did, I couldn’t help but fall madly in love with him last spring. August is much too far away, because Facebook is not a very comprehensive means of communication. And it’s rather misleading. Take a simple status update: Physicist asked for suggestions for things to buy from REI. Someone suggested a Denali Llama. So, I of course being the girlie girl I am tell Charlee that if Physicist bought a llama I would marry him in a heart beat. I love animals and would love to tell others all about my “llama drama.” Well, turns out a Denali llama is a type of inflatable raft. This is why I hate Facebook stalking. (And yes, I’m fully aware that he will read this and might be slightly creeped out. But, maybe he’ll feel the need to call once in awhile instead of being all enigmatic and awesome).
Well, now I really have to finish the concluding paragraph to my final essay of the quarter. And after that, I’ll look up recipes for Charlee’s birthday pie!
XOXO, Rachel
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