Charlee's Slice
Sorry for the months of neglect. After moving out of Bellingham, it just didnt feel right to be writing about our adventures on here since Bellingham was its true birthplace. Ok, you got me. The truth is I was just being lazy and boring. Who wants to hear about my long bout of unemployment followed up by a part-time retail job at Macy's?
We're breaking the silence to say that, yes we are still alive and having a great time. Europe was excellent. I wrote about it on my other blog if you havent already read it.
I got home on Saturday, it should have been friday but I missed my connection by 5 minutes and had to stay the night in Philli. I've been in Phillidephia twice now and still have not managed to eat a cheese steak sandwich. Anyway, I pulled a 30+ hour day so I could celebrate Rachel's birthday with her. It was quite a time. I'm sure she would love to elaborate, I was too delirious from sleep deprivation to really have anything stick, but Im told I was quite lively at the time. I do remember utter disappointment when I thought I was eating some delicious street meat and it ended up being an fruadulent veggie dog that made my breath reek. Thanks Brandon, I will forgive you since vegetarianism seems to be your only flaw and a minor one at that.
I've mostly been trying to beat my jetlag and see old friends since I have been back. Its funny because people who I hadnt seen for months (even years) before I left are contacting me to meet up. Speaking of which, Maggie, Alyssa, Kime, and Rosa will all be in town for new years eve, so I'm sure I will have something to report on that. Until then, it is good to be home and reunited with my friends who are such special people.
Rachel’s Slice
You know what happy feels like? Happy feels exactly how I am at this moment. Well, not this moment, but most moments since about mid-August. Mid-August because that’s when Brandon moved into the room across the hall from mine and made my life awesome!
Also, my birthday this year was one of the best I've ever had. There's something about having all of the people you love most in the world there to celebrate with you. Especially when doing it in the way that only my family can. My cousins arrived at the bar we were meeting at early and scored a lovely little VIP Parlor room for the festivities. Basically, private room with a doting waitress and soooo many beers. We drank there till about midnight, before braving the torential downpour to head to another bar. We ended up at Norm's, that has the impressive reputation of being decked out with dogs and selling PBR 40s. My cousin bought no less that six of said 40s and distributed them around our table. We didn't really drink them, mostly we used them for props and took ridiculous pictures. Favorite moment of the night: Brandon and Charlee rumpusing in the bar. Runner up might be when my cousin Alex decided to show Brandon his approval by giving him advice on proposing in the correct way. Notice that both moments include Brandon? That's cause I fucking love this kid.
We hang out, drink beer, go to shows, dress up in vintage clothing, and dance awkwardly (and mildly inappropriately) in the kitchen. Needless to say though, I’ve been coming home less. Which, is quite understandable since most of my best friends picked up and left for Europe for the fall. Also, being home less means a reduction of wanting to see the Broman. Honestly, there really isn’t anything he could enhance my life with that I’m not already getting in Bellingham. And I mean anything.
Don’t go all thinking that it's all just for convenience sake. It’s not, and it hasn’t been that way since early October. There are a lot of feelings flying around in our little apartment on Indian street. So many in fact that I sometimes look at myself in the mirror and ask my reflection what the hell she thinks she’s doing. Because that girl is still leaving for grad school, is still not going to put her life on hold. Not for love, and especially not for a boy. That’s not how I’ve ever been and I’m not about to start now. I can't help but wonder if I’ll regret that decision though.
But I don’t think too much about all that heavy stuff. I just keep walking across the hall each morning and slipping into bed next to him as his alarm goes off. I keep kissing him and asking about the dreams he had. Then we get a little drunk on Saturday nights and maybe keep our neighbors up with all the noise.
That’s all I have to report as of late. Right now I’m at home for the holidays—at least through the weekend—and writing my applications for Grad school. There’ll be a smile on my face the whole time. I hope you have one on yours too. Take care, dearest readers.
XOXO, Rachel
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