Decided to do a bbq last night. Find out a couple other guys were coming over to leach the fire and get some free food. They brought some shrimp so I'm not complaining. We ended up eating some semi-raw potatoes with it all while watching them cute little girls do their gymnastics routines.
Where it all gets to be a blast is when the other fellows leave and my roommate convinces me to bust my saxophone out. I haven't even opened the case for this thing since the last day of my senior year of high school over 4 years ago. It was not a pretty sound that came out of it but I ended up really surprised at my ability to remember a lot of the fingerings (in fact, I was amazed I could even read the music any more). He's excited to go get some reeds and some rubbing alcohol so he can play around with it. It makes me reminisce about all the good times I had playing that thing.
We also tried to jam some drums and guitar, but thing of all things, I can keep on a beat and play other people's music really well, but when it comes to being creative with my own music I'm like some kind of idiot uncreative person thing. Very not pretty.
We also had several hours of going back through yearbooks (we went to the same high school as well as worked together for like 2 years after I graduated), looking at all of the girls that were amazingly hot but are now probably fat and popping kids out like machines. Lots of funny stories were told, lots of bitching about the place we used to work (they bastardized my layout for their website after I left). Lots of good memories in high school... makes me wonder wtf happened in the last four years to make everything not as fun.
We're gonig shopping tomorrow. I want to stop by the comic book store again. It's funny because this whole being single and hanging with the guys thing has been really, really fun... but I miss talking to the female variety of people. Most of my friends in high school were girls (and now I can't even make idle conversation with them) so when the initial nervous wears off it actually ends up better conversation than I would have with a guy. I know I'll make an ass of myself, but I think talking to the comic store girl might be a good idea. Take my mind off of some things I tried so hard to put behind me, before I get not happy again.
Friday, August 20, 2004
Bestest night evAr
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You wonder what happened in the last four years to make life not as fun? Probably, b/c back then all of your friends were in one place and you went there every single day. On top of that, everybody has a lot more responsibility now, which means less time to have fun.
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